Eleven hours before I even arrive at my hotel. Perhaps next time I should fly. 7am and still pitch black

October 12, 2016 § Leave a comment

Eleven hours before I even arrive at my hotel. Perhaps next time I should fly. 7am and still pitch black. In the pages of Trotsky in Wonderland, and now Trotsky Through the Looking Glass, I minutely document my own life. My passions and my lusts. My despairs and my exhilarations. It only takes one girl to bring the ——– back to life. It takes only one girl to bring any strip club to life. To bring any city to life. Why is Europe called Europe?
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