My clothes feel slightly damp while I have a coffee and a chat with Jack from the small coffee shop, taking a break from selling my games, maybe a bit of protection from the fine drizzle of heavenly piss...at least the Gods up there weren't having a big party last night, pestering us, mortal human beings, with the after effects of way to much booze the day after...
A ruffled looking skinny woman with greying stringed black hair and an unhealthy complexion wanting a mineral water, obviously one of the junkie women from Westermarkt looking for shelter as well, dirty blue jeans that look a matted black by street filth accumulated over countless ages, strange dark red blotches around the scrotch area betray me she is probably on her menstrual period though clearly the dough needed for tampons mostly likely having gone up her nose instead...
Nothing new in this department, probably surviving by soliciting, almost cerrtainly HIV positive but always willing to serve her suicidal clientele without the dreaded condom...
Small wonder when I cycle home, say 15 minutes later, I see this one-woman murder epidemic waiting for me around the corner, wanting to know if a thirty minutes suicidal game of the Adults Only version of fun could be financially arranged...
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