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I have a friend who writes me one kind of message every time he is “having a life there”

“oh my god”

“oh my god” I told when we – absolutely, perfectly drunk – left a dressing room of transvestite show.

What is dressing room of… ? women’s boobs to check, men’s legs to pull, kisses of people u would never like to see kissing, make up of “Marylin Manson” and flowers decorating ur decolette now since.

More… cognac. Viski. Wine. Stolen vodka (oh my god). Stolen juice (better).

Dances… dances wasn’t about seducing… but then I was told - “and u’re so young. And this sex is just coming out from u. I mean – let’s watch u when u become a woman, in ur 30s. go and dance more”. And we went and we were dancing more. Nimain, that dance wasn’t about seducing, was it?

“I’m so glad I came here” – I whispered, embracing my parents…