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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.