Despite all the fun i am having here...there is one thing i miss about home: those nights out in greasy black shitholes which are covered in graffiti and spit, where you can hardly breathe because the air is thick from smoke, where gregarious weirdos, pale goths, skater kids, crusty punks and junkies peacefully coexist without even noticing each other, where the music pumps so loud your ears hurt while you are gradually getting drunk on cheap booze before dancing around like an idiot...the kind of place you know is gonna cut your life expectancy at least by ten years, but hey, it´s totally worth it!
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Hallo Prinzessin!
Lange nichts von dir gehört! Immer noch fleissig in den finsteren, verstunkenen höhlen unterwegs? haha, keep going!
"gregarious"?! I haven't heard that word in about a decade!
All right, I'm going to use a rare word, too: beautiful, pungent piece of writing!
Ma Neni, mich trifft der Schlag!!!!!!!!
Mama
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