My Aruban Dushi Antonia doesn't need to turn to the oldest profession for women in an attempt to overcome crusding poverty, the oppressive economic crises gripping the European Union totally beyond her, no way she can even slightly undestand the meager income situations of my Phillipnia and Thai ladyfriends, no sympathy for the downtrodden of Mother Earth...
Her widower pension and financial security from a overly rich deceased Dutch husband taking care of her daily needs like food and drink, a well negociated mortgage on her luxery appartment on Marnix Gracht conveniently located near the clubs and entertainment businesses on Leidseplein , a small bottle of coke containing a daily 5 grammes of the drug of choice for the rich and famous keeping her high and therefore happy, always that nutty street seller in his chaotic condo near Westerpark willing to come over, never mind the time of day or night, to satify her physical needs...
If I refuse she will take a private taxi tomy place to incite me with sexy lingerie, maybe bring a fatty semi-lesbian ladyfriend along for a feared Menagerie-A-Trois, every man's dream but not really my cup of Caribean tea...
But what can I do, selling 26 Indian games in a single day is cause for celebration, after all!!!
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