My live is ruled by High Heels and Low Lives - even giving them capital letters without a second thought in this blog entry - I realise watching the sluttily dressed prostitutes in the windows of that infamous Red Light District in Amsterdam, explaining typical Amsterdam tourist information to Mark and his twelve year old son who are my latest http://www.couchsurfing.org/ guests, who enjoy my free near professional guiding services in this most popular part of good old Mokum and who have come to Holland to do a one week cycle trip of the Hoge Veluwe - a national park about forty minutes train trip from Amsterdam - Mark and his son who wanna do some good old Father/Son male bonding, cycling the forest and Dutch "mountains" for a week...
My life is ruled by High Heels and Low Lives I realise while listening to my alcoholic friend Rob's babling, street stories of the neighborhood's population of druggies and alcohol devotees, low lives and losers who have turned King Alcohol, the Green Deity Mary-Jane - Marijuana, get it? - and Emperor Crack into their personal Gods, a bad life style and Pas De higienic bodily care, sniffing around the dustbins and garbage like their canine friends for possible left overs to sell, maybe an old tuner or broken down DVD player...
My life is ruled by High Heels and Low Lives I realsie when I wake up in the middle of the night, that little sex obessed monster that has taken up domicile somewhere in the recesses of my gray brain mass during my teens, battling the other addictions that I have vowed to refrain from...
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