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72 (girls budapest)
A drop of sweat was pouring just below the right temple. Would end up among the bristling hair and red strip left along the style of the '70s. He was on his way to Tokoly in the embassy. The road widened and the curve is wide open after the end of the municipal park. Prior to that, part of the spa Szécsény ended right near the road. From the bus had just dropped a lady elderly who had bored protesting the poor quality of the road, jarring and bouncing of the old 72 had bothered.
had fallen to the circus, he would have fun with his grandson who was waiting with her mother right at the entrance. Accompanied them with their eyes as they went all three to the ticket office, lined up in queue.
With the hand holding the balance of grimy leather handle hanging from the bars above her head. Was flushed even though it was December, he had run to take the good old 72. A trolley that started shortly after Zuglo, ran through the embassy area, there was a stop right in front of the Italian, and then made the rounds of the municipal park. Not penetrated to the Heroes' Square, looked at from a distance and then straight away Arany Janos threw a stone's throw from St. Stephen's Basilica. He was a trolley so. He liked to call it so, as passed by, but never before in places that are very important. It was not intrusive, however, was to stop at a breath from Andrassy Avenue and close to the great basilica.
looked out the window, beyond, looking for a point on which to concentrate and begin to think about the previous night. What had happened to him, where he had spent the night, he knew that upon waking was seized by the urge to throw up and leave. A dizziness seized him when the 72 braked sharply into via Podmaniczky. Yes holding firmly with your other hand.
The evening had begun to Soda, near the Great Synagogue, at 6 after work. He arrived with a couple of friends, drank a few beers, we were then approached some girls or had approached them, I do not remember. They started talking, they were students, were not in Budapest, but came from some country towns a few miles east of the capital. One was particularly nice or at least he liked. It was the only one for the truth not to be Hungarian. He was Turkish, the Turkish family, but born and lived in the Netherlands in Rotterdam. He studied architecture and was in Hungary for a project. ... And the rest was forgotten. They had talked a little about the tugs in the canals of Rotterdam, she smiled and he understood, perhaps to please. They left the room, all together about ten o'clock in the evening. He felt tipsy. He promised himself that he would continue to drink beer for the rest of the evening. One of the girls offered to lead the merry gang at the Chapel, he was reminded of a song and then from that line on the board of life.
Laughing to himself, he accepted, but the other two friends had convinced two girls to follow them to their house for a pasta. She declined to Rotterdam for the room and left the group very tired. He found himself alone with the girl who had suggested the venue. They looked not too convinced, but decided nevertheless to go. She knew only that it was once inside a room especially for homosexuals, not felt immediately, but gradually. Before he realized that the conversations seemed to heterosexuals banned in the room, then warned of looks heavy on him. He decided to drink something strong. He offered the girl a whole and drank a sip, she did the same. They began to talk, mostly commenting on the scenes that took turns in front of their eyes.
She reached two thousand florins to the bartender and four others arrived "shorts? they drank in one gulp. He felt the eyes snookered, he had the impression that in order to turn the gaze would turn around the neck. Shared this strange feeling with the girl laughed. She said that instead her eyes were still and turn the head even though he could not take my eyes off her. He understood, he passed his hand behind his neck, approached her and kissed him. Did not even know his name. They were the only heterosexual kissing inside the room, he felt much more transgressive. Transgression between the transgressive and while he thought these things he felt the wet tongue in her search for her creep. Both were sitting opposite each other on stools at the counter. She kissed him very badly, had the feeling of being a doctor, as he was a child. He remembered that the doctor checked my throat shoving the wooden rod to the end. He seemed almost in tears, then gently away and broke free from that vice. He ordered two Szilvás Palinka, threw down the loud banging together two small glasses on the counter.
came down from the stool and went to dance, he felt some alien hands on him, touched him, my back, my ass. He was convinced that was all part of the game. They began to dance. He closed his eyes and let his head go back, thought of the pinnacles of the Palace of the Parliament and the Chinese market in the land of angels, she saw flashing lights and shadows in front of him. It was a kaleidoscope liquid and alcohol, felt acid come from the pit of his stomach, suddenly brought the neck standing on the shoulders of avoiding that went through the regurgitation of gastric juices. He noticed that the body was pressing on his back and that was the girl. She was upset with the tips of long hair wet with sweat and stuck on his neck and forehead. She was pale, his skin was gray, his eyes a crack, she realized that she was about to collapse. Barely had time to take it outside the room, she vomited, two long and deep retching preceded a stream full of vomit on the pavement ended, producing the noise of the water balloon in the summer. Stopped a taxi. The driver rolled down his window and sent him to hell, saying that he would never uploaded one in those conditions. While the taxi scoured realized he did not know where it leads. The
meanwhile had just turned 72 and taking via Podmaniczky, Terez Korut direction. He was distracted watching the dogs taken for a walk. It was impressive on Sunday afternoon as the road was full of dogs and owners. Dogs defecating, pissed and sniffing, while the owners were talking to each other passing the leash from hand to hand to avoid being wrapped up in cords because of the free movements of quadrupeds. From a distance, while you could see a train coming in from the Balaton in the stomach of the Great Western station. The trolley slowed and stopped at via Iszabella.
The girl sitting on the ground, his head between his legs, seemed to have recovered. He looked at her, standing up and taking barely open eyes. Sometimes the support leg was broken and had to take a step backwards awkwardly. You do not say anything.
She looked at him and pointed to a building nearby. It was his house, stood near the entrance of a spa with characters written in liberty blackened by pollution, windows and doors had been walled up, certainly after the closure, to prevent homeless people get into it. The bricks of thirty years old, jarring the architecture of the building that, although blackened by years of heavy dust, seemed to have enjoyed some fine de siècle splendor.
She pulled a sling pants, he took her arm and walked towards her house. In the elevator
neon light emphasized the traits of the girl deformed by too much alcohol and the failure due to vomiting. They went inside, a dim light just above the hook on the wall gave the impression of a very small apartment, where he lived certainly more than one person. He was considering the fact that maybe there was someone else in the apartment when the door of what was to be the kitchen is open. A woman who cried silently went straight to the girl, hesitated for a split second and embraced her. They looked and they kissed passionately. He acknowledged, red-eyed from crying, the Turkish girl in Rotterdam. They kissed as lovers kiss, after a fight or after a long separation. The tears, however, both betrayed recent tensions.
broke away and looked at him, holding hands, straight out of a picture that he wanted to paint him. The girl who was out with him was wearing a pair of low rise jeans and the black strap of a thong, went out on the side. The belly was discovered and a shirt unbuttoned showing breasts soft and generous in the forced push-ups. It was the first time I looked. The other girl had a pair of slacks and wore a multi-colored wool coat and thick rough, hand-made. Returned their gaze, offered him a hot tea and a seat on the couch. She fell asleep in the chair while the two girls in front of him touching undressing. The 72
stopped not far from the medieval restaurant. It had started raining and it was very cold. Ania She thought of a girl in Berlin, grew up in East Berlin. He would like to know what he had done, I wonder if every time she thought of him. The following then occurred to Alexander Platz. He stopped his thoughts when a woman with bags under the eyes of few words and many thoughts, it struck down in Bajcsy Zsilinski. Approached the terminal and from there she would have taken the underground and would reach home.
Upon awakening he found the two girls in front of him, in the chair, but only linen clothes and thrown to the ground. The string of the thong had folds in on itself and the slip was crumpled on the ground next to a yellow cup. He felt a strong desire to leave, he had the impression of having violated the privacy of the lovers. A strong odor led him to think of women who had had sex shortly before he was awake. She left the room and heard the sound of thunder from the bath water flushing, then felt both laugh. It had invaded their privacy, turned the key in the lock and went away leaving aperta.Una the door when out of the palace, not far away, find some people who were waiting for 72. 
A drop of sweat was pouring just below the right temple. Would end up among the bristling hair and red strip left along the style of the '70s. He was on his way to Tokoly in the embassy. The road widened and the curve is wide open after the end of the municipal park. Prior to that, part of the spa Szécsény ended right near the road. From the bus had just dropped a lady elderly who had bored protesting the poor quality of the road, jarring and bouncing of the old 72 had bothered.
had fallen to the circus, he would have fun with his grandson who was waiting with her mother right at the entrance. Accompanied them with their eyes as they went all three to the ticket office, lined up in queue.
With the hand holding the balance of grimy leather handle hanging from the bars above her head. Was flushed even though it was December, he had run to take the good old 72. A trolley that started shortly after Zuglo, ran through the embassy area, there was a stop right in front of the Italian, and then made the rounds of the municipal park. Not penetrated to the Heroes' Square, looked at from a distance and then straight away Arany Janos threw a stone's throw from St. Stephen's Basilica. He was a trolley so. He liked to call it so, as passed by, but never before in places that are very important. It was not intrusive, however, was to stop at a breath from Andrassy Avenue and close to the great basilica.
looked out the window, beyond, looking for a point on which to concentrate and begin to think about the previous night. What had happened to him, where he had spent the night, he knew that upon waking was seized by the urge to throw up and leave. A dizziness seized him when the 72 braked sharply into via Podmaniczky. Yes holding firmly with your other hand.
The evening had begun to Soda, near the Great Synagogue, at 6 after work. He arrived with a couple of friends, drank a few beers, we were then approached some girls or had approached them, I do not remember. They started talking, they were students, were not in Budapest, but came from some country towns a few miles east of the capital. One was particularly nice or at least he liked. It was the only one for the truth not to be Hungarian. He was Turkish, the Turkish family, but born and lived in the Netherlands in Rotterdam. He studied architecture and was in Hungary for a project. ... And the rest was forgotten. They had talked a little about the tugs in the canals of Rotterdam, she smiled and he understood, perhaps to please. They left the room, all together about ten o'clock in the evening. He felt tipsy. He promised himself that he would continue to drink beer for the rest of the evening. One of the girls offered to lead the merry gang at the Chapel, he was reminded of a song and then from that line on the board of life.
Laughing to himself, he accepted, but the other two friends had convinced two girls to follow them to their house for a pasta. She declined to Rotterdam for the room and left the group very tired. He found himself alone with the girl who had suggested the venue. They looked not too convinced, but decided nevertheless to go. She knew only that it was once inside a room especially for homosexuals, not felt immediately, but gradually. Before he realized that the conversations seemed to heterosexuals banned in the room, then warned of looks heavy on him. He decided to drink something strong. He offered the girl a whole and drank a sip, she did the same. They began to talk, mostly commenting on the scenes that took turns in front of their eyes.
She reached two thousand florins to the bartender and four others arrived "shorts? they drank in one gulp. He felt the eyes snookered, he had the impression that in order to turn the gaze would turn around the neck. Shared this strange feeling with the girl laughed. She said that instead her eyes were still and turn the head even though he could not take my eyes off her. He understood, he passed his hand behind his neck, approached her and kissed him. Did not even know his name. They were the only heterosexual kissing inside the room, he felt much more transgressive. Transgression between the transgressive and while he thought these things he felt the wet tongue in her search for her creep. Both were sitting opposite each other on stools at the counter. She kissed him very badly, had the feeling of being a doctor, as he was a child. He remembered that the doctor checked my throat shoving the wooden rod to the end. He seemed almost in tears, then gently away and broke free from that vice. He ordered two Szilvás Palinka, threw down the loud banging together two small glasses on the counter.
came down from the stool and went to dance, he felt some alien hands on him, touched him, my back, my ass. He was convinced that was all part of the game. They began to dance. He closed his eyes and let his head go back, thought of the pinnacles of the Palace of the Parliament and the Chinese market in the land of angels, she saw flashing lights and shadows in front of him. It was a kaleidoscope liquid and alcohol, felt acid come from the pit of his stomach, suddenly brought the neck standing on the shoulders of avoiding that went through the regurgitation of gastric juices. He noticed that the body was pressing on his back and that was the girl. She was upset with the tips of long hair wet with sweat and stuck on his neck and forehead. She was pale, his skin was gray, his eyes a crack, she realized that she was about to collapse. Barely had time to take it outside the room, she vomited, two long and deep retching preceded a stream full of vomit on the pavement ended, producing the noise of the water balloon in the summer. Stopped a taxi. The driver rolled down his window and sent him to hell, saying that he would never uploaded one in those conditions. While the taxi scoured realized he did not know where it leads. The
meanwhile had just turned 72 and taking via Podmaniczky, Terez Korut direction. He was distracted watching the dogs taken for a walk. It was impressive on Sunday afternoon as the road was full of dogs and owners. Dogs defecating, pissed and sniffing, while the owners were talking to each other passing the leash from hand to hand to avoid being wrapped up in cords because of the free movements of quadrupeds. From a distance, while you could see a train coming in from the Balaton in the stomach of the Great Western station. The trolley slowed and stopped at via Iszabella.
The girl sitting on the ground, his head between his legs, seemed to have recovered. He looked at her, standing up and taking barely open eyes. Sometimes the support leg was broken and had to take a step backwards awkwardly. You do not say anything.
She looked at him and pointed to a building nearby. It was his house, stood near the entrance of a spa with characters written in liberty blackened by pollution, windows and doors had been walled up, certainly after the closure, to prevent homeless people get into it. The bricks of thirty years old, jarring the architecture of the building that, although blackened by years of heavy dust, seemed to have enjoyed some fine de siècle splendor.
She pulled a sling pants, he took her arm and walked towards her house. In the elevator
neon light emphasized the traits of the girl deformed by too much alcohol and the failure due to vomiting. They went inside, a dim light just above the hook on the wall gave the impression of a very small apartment, where he lived certainly more than one person. He was considering the fact that maybe there was someone else in the apartment when the door of what was to be the kitchen is open. A woman who cried silently went straight to the girl, hesitated for a split second and embraced her. They looked and they kissed passionately. He acknowledged, red-eyed from crying, the Turkish girl in Rotterdam. They kissed as lovers kiss, after a fight or after a long separation. The tears, however, both betrayed recent tensions.
broke away and looked at him, holding hands, straight out of a picture that he wanted to paint him. The girl who was out with him was wearing a pair of low rise jeans and the black strap of a thong, went out on the side. The belly was discovered and a shirt unbuttoned showing breasts soft and generous in the forced push-ups. It was the first time I looked. The other girl had a pair of slacks and wore a multi-colored wool coat and thick rough, hand-made. Returned their gaze, offered him a hot tea and a seat on the couch. She fell asleep in the chair while the two girls in front of him touching undressing. The 72
stopped not far from the medieval restaurant. It had started raining and it was very cold. Ania She thought of a girl in Berlin, grew up in East Berlin. He would like to know what he had done, I wonder if every time she thought of him. The following then occurred to Alexander Platz. He stopped his thoughts when a woman with bags under the eyes of few words and many thoughts, it struck down in Bajcsy Zsilinski. Approached the terminal and from there she would have taken the underground and would reach home.
Upon awakening he found the two girls in front of him, in the chair, but only linen clothes and thrown to the ground. The string of the thong had folds in on itself and the slip was crumpled on the ground next to a yellow cup. He felt a strong desire to leave, he had the impression of having violated the privacy of the lovers. A strong odor led him to think of women who had had sex shortly before he was awake. She left the room and heard the sound of thunder from the bath water flushing, then felt both laugh. It had invaded their privacy, turned the key in the lock and went away leaving aperta.Una the door when out of the palace, not far away, find some people who were waiting for 72.
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The Turkish
November 14th, 2005 by Puskas
Turkey for most is a type of process.
For me it is a girl who wanted to give it to me, but then gave it to a Dane.
really believe. It all came flowing, seemed Amanda Lear. I ice as usual with a cold sweat. I started to talk about on the deck of a ship in the middle of the Danube, then what the hell was I doing there.
And she talked and I told myself that the tugs in Rotterdam, the ships mean. And she listened to me and the Dane sitting behind her that looked at her ass. Mica said anything, maybe it was more drunk than me, but fuck if you knew how to look. I know that this made the difference.
And I was also well dressed, with her dress and everything.
who was dressed like one of those that makes skating with the pajettes and dressed all in blue sequins and veils, and ... .. mah. Bella, a beautiful girl, a beautiful Turkish and Istanbul is not a plumber in to say, to clarify.
and spoke of her, who had traveled had a boyfriend who had political refugee and I while I thought that the most political refugee who had done was shut in the bathroom making out in high school during the occupation (and self). And telling me mountains and plateaus of Anatolia, and I thought the Monte Grappa and Asiago and Montello. And I get cold in a shirt and just looked and Danish.
Now, we docked, but I'm lost and distracted. I left the Turkish and I was hooked by a Swede who for the most is a girl from Sweden and that's it. He told me that in his list of men's preferences was in third place, then he corrected by saying second, after her husband ... .. well, it has been because of seasickness. I remember he told me in a huge room, there was no one was at the stern. There was a huge table full of sweets and that I've brought you a plate full of creams and mignon. She thanked, I do not know. Then the waiters came and sent us away saying they were two in the morning and that if we stayed, we share the North with a trip organized by the Dresden train after work. Never ride with the Germans! We laughed.
I retrieved my jacket I left on a shelf. Some had used the product as a Vileda cloth to absorb a Vajont of cabernet sauvignon.
Once on land, we have put together a merry gang and someone said he went to Moscow to Cuba at the other end we went to a mall, locally called Cuba Libre in Moscow square. Then I understood.
We went there on foot. I, a Chioggia arrived with a boat of fishermen clams, a Chinese in Prato, a Norwegian and a Swede, was not her husband.
The road was uphill and taxis passing reminds us that we could take a couple.
My jacket is a little sticky to the coat, the shirt a bit depending on the pitch. Someone was running, I trudge. Once arrived and entered, I ordered a Cerveza!, The waiter looked at me and tried, I A BEER! There was Combai Segundo, but a sample of young Hungarian prostitutes to party. There were other Italians.
Then I went to go pee and I saw the Turkish drinking a Ceres. I started to get confused between beers Danish, Turkish baths and to my cerveza Cuba.
We started talking a little fury of the process, now I talked about music and dervishes and I could think of jokes and anklets of katakali. I went to pee and a guy was stroking her hair with water. Danish.
I threw myself on the track, but some argue that only those knees moving back and forth with his thumbs in his pockets. The Turkish then approached and did all the movement down and Risle, I spoke to two inches from the face I do not know what, I seemed to be a pole for a lap dance. Sober and reliable sources tell us that the word "pole? suited to my movements and my bio rhythms seemed simply gone. "Gone? kept saying from far away.
Behind her, as she wiggled, it was the Dane who looked at her ass.
Then came the Dutch in Rotterdam. It has towed in that it took her away, and broke a tour in the canals and locks in the Dutch port. I've let myself go and had his thumbs in his pockets.
Then she came back, I do not know what those are, but the fact is that as soon as I turned I saw the look on a candle divametto to dampen the Danish, given the position that he could no longer Gurd ass. I was there to dance another hour with his knees back and forth and inches in your pocket.
I took the first tram in the morning and I walked back home, I ate two hamburgers.
I opened the door and I slingshots to process, which thankfully my house is not Turkish.
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