trouble4hire and I made it to San Francisco, safely and with no particular drama. Just the way I like it. We're staying at the Hotel Des Arts, which is fabulous.
Strangely, I'm more aroused by the sick, seedy atmosphere that surrounds strip clubs than I am by the actual girls therein.
More potential for interesting stories at the very least than the story that says, I walked into a strip club to see some tits and emptied my wallet in her g-string. And what good are the kicks if you're not doing it in an interesting setting for your story?
San Francisco... a city of literal highs and lows, of the salt tang of the bay, and silent, glass-fronted boardrooms. A socioeconimic test cell, on a quivering bed of sand. A mecca of some of the best food within 300 miles. A place of decay, and the Human beach combers who follow... Lot of history there, too. But it's the details that matter, and you found some damned interesting ones. If I had to guess about the blood... well, it could have been out of date. ...'Dead' blood would have to be thrown away as medical waste instead of regular garbage, right?
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More potential for interesting stories at the very least than the story that says, I walked into a strip club to see some tits and emptied my wallet in her g-string. And what good are the kicks if you're not doing it in an interesting setting for your story?
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A place of decay, and the Human beach combers who follow...
Lot of history there, too. But it's the details that matter, and you found some damned interesting ones. If I had to guess about the blood... well, it could have been out of date. ...'Dead' blood would have to be thrown away as medical waste instead of regular garbage, right?
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