last night after sleeping all day because my time was so messed up i got up, took a shower like a good young man and went out with some people i had met at the hostel. we ended up at a club inside this mansion that looked 300 years old with marble floors, weird old paintings on the walls, ice in the urinals crazy lights loud music with no discernible words and yes, a transgendered man or woman dancing in front of a huge mirror with stripper stringy orange latex pants on. i was so enthralled i don't think i stopped staring for 5 minutes. i think i gave some people the wrong vibe.
After that wonderful person stepped down, conana the spanish gnarbarian stepped up to take its place. Adorned with tribal tattoos that would make indigenous people put a shirt on in shame, leopard print tight pants and horse boots that went past the knee, this sex powered whirlwind of labido put on a show that left few mouths closed. I think i heard little girls crying outside on the street.
That was my night. And morning. Kind of.
Complaint: I can't find a power converter that will work with my laptop. I forgot to bring one and now I'm screwed. Another complaint. This city is effing expensive and I can't find an apartment for less than 430 euros a month. I'm screwed. Also, it's hot.
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