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She's just a whore.
- No, she's like an international party girl.
- So, a hooker with a passport.

If cocaine was sold in pharmacies, twenty cents per gram as means for rinsing for toothache, he thought, it smelled only punk - as, in fact, was the beginning of the century.
But if the glue "Moment" worth a thousand dollars a bottle, willing to sniff all the Moscow Golden youth, and presentations and receptions would be considered an exquisite spread around him volatile chemical smell to complain about the death of neurons in the brain and for a long time to be alone in the toilet.

Hangout is good, but not when you give her all your spare time and your strength.

The fear of loneliness and fear of death are the reasons why I hang out in the evenings.

- Will you be my boyfriend?
- Um... actually, I'm not gay...
We'll talk about this after two cocktails.

If you have a hump, throw sparkles on it and go dancing.

When this city falls asleep, I get up.

Whether fit well, whether the well was killed.

At night people do not sweat, they are sweating. They have dirty hands, with black nails, red cheeks, deflated stockings, twisted ties. After hours spent in a nightclub, the most beautiful girl can not be distinguished from the bartender. And how could I have been so often to hang out?

Get up right now and get. And never come with her to the places we usually hang out with you. Don't show her this. She is young, she is good, she still has a chance. The main thing - not to spoil. You're still young, you don't understand. Take care love, if it is. Don't talk about it to anyone. Hide it in your bosom. Keep it a secret, lie to everyone, tell me that you're the same bastard as the rest. Otherwise they will tear your feelings. Will take away, will turn in his usual ***tion. THEIR TURNS IF SOMEONE DOESN'T LIKE THEM! They are afraid of getting what they once were different, but blew it... run... run away. Take it and run...