all smiles are not happy. In the midst of a dark dimly lit by flashes of red, green and blue felt with the most immense desolation, unable to hide behind the mask of teeth exposed wide, a free spirit that will rip the throat or screaming Stunning to encourage them to give them a slap on the ass and both 'good'. Your unhappiness is not only evident, but not feel it How contagious, when you see their fake smiles and their naked bodies required to display a sensuality forced movements of hip devices look more like an invitation to abuse a pleasure?
Seeing them, the beer had a simple taste and a flat tone music and tasteless. That platform of clear acrylic and metal tube seemed as cold as dry and windy night outside. Her dancing was a contradiction that started the soul while the body said sex, screaming face pain, monotony, gloom.
Ella, curly black hair, with about 35 years rose to the second floor where a melancholy young man was waiting for relieve their pain.
- How much worth? - Asked as if night can acquire it.
-40 - said no more.
down and opened the door of the labyrinth that led to the piece. The lobby was a confession, a short story of a hard life. But there was no time to mourn, the business already had been agreed.
"My love will not believe I'm a whore. If I tell you but not for-glared, thinking that this would save a picture that he did not care.
Everything was brief, fleeting, without affection, without substance. He kissed her breasts gently to keep them out of breast milk that she had heard minutes ago. He used the knowledge that he enjoyed and ended ten minutes of fake moaning would not fill the void. He got it and went labored, silent and resentment. After leaving the pay could say only one thing:
"Women of the gay life produced me sad.
