That night was to speak with a guy at a dinner in a good neighborhood of murdatown, had appeared dirty and drugged as always, had spoken to who was to speak, then the evening was prolonged in the wake of the spirits.
Frank began to talk to a pretty girl, was a model, he had not spoken with pussy models and high society since he was expelled from the police, but that girl, so young, so little naïve, she shared a sincere despair with Frank, he liked, that desperation.
What remained was a long walk, a new heat, the memory of her soft hair and her left nipple. The slight sweetness of love.
That night Frank came out unarmed, did not want problems and invulnerable.
was probably for his nonchalance, to death on his face, the fact that if she wanted to fuck him from the first moment that laid eyes on Frank, it was all random and given a series of successes that have returned to Frank the evil grin on his face scarred.
have a girlfriend and now sluts, bitches only, Frank never went to bed before four, just fucking in the company of drugs and alcohol.
back into the house that was still conscious, he drank a bottle of rum and ingurgitò of the tablets in case you slept on the floor thinking about his model's hair cunt desperate.
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