Working here could I get over
the intense absence of thought.
Temporarily exchange power for
thinking. A tall blond performs.
Thin legs, tiny breasts; the woman
next to me says, "Aren't those
legs to die for?" I'm impressed by
her generosity of spirit. Unlike
other clubs, here certain strengths
forgive everything. One pretty
feature will obliterate a pile
of cellulite. That's the beauty
of this place.