"Wow! Wow! Wow! The true kingdom builder."
It was all before this happened.
Cuban Pete was able to observe the dead cat on the Hague Royal Palace Wall. We found it familiar from a Polish holiday park.
"Yeh, those sick bustards. Let's continue our journey on the beach. We have a double date waiting for us."
"Wow. Wow. Wow. I am feeling in love. Let's see the sea pier I am looking forward to in the Hague."
It was a true Congolese man intentions to show their intentions for slavery and sexual neofeudalism rules overshadowing their human rights and racism spreading like a wildflower or a wildfire in Tulips Kingdom.
The bold Polish idiot short enough for Napoleon syndrome smoking cannabis like a mad one was a never match to me. A true Congolese man like me.
I knew him.
He was licking the lime of a Polish maid between steering in her pubic hair bush and wiped sweat off his head. "Kurva this lime vagina was great."
I remember him like this. When I and Cuban Pete saw him asking girls on the date on the way to our double Japanese date.
"You see this idiot, let's hit him." Cuban Pete pointing his cigar to a fool took his smoking habit, seriously?
"He is this polish wanker I knew from before."
"Let's ignore him. He's just an idiot." I was thinking about our double date.
"I ignore him? Ifeel disgusted seeing sick people setting my mood off before our big date in a sick Queen of the Netherlands Kingdom."
"You just leave him behind." The nerves I hold in breaking a glitch are the focus I held about a true relationship.
"No. I fock him like a tulip." Cuban Pete walks to a tiny muscle show off to let him know from what is made a true Cuban muscle and his dancing shoes. He kicks him.
He turns around. "Have you left your head at home?"
Cuban Pete kicks him in the knee and walks forward pushing him over. He throws ash on his head. "You make me sick amigos?"
"What the fock is wrong with you…" The bald head spoke to us.
"You are possy in the eyes of those girls." He shuts his mouth with his dancing shoes. Cuban feet felt it not listening to him keep minutes on his watch hoping to set loose his arms like a jelly over his feet.
"You move so much I cannot hear you grabbing all over my legs. I hope you will not unzip my dick out and suck it in your bald mouth." Cuban Pete slides his zipper up and down allowing his intentions to be known.
I grab his arm before he starts to urinate for women to see. He drops off his smoke on him. "You fake prophet, you ruined my cigar. I should not flick the ashes I smoke."
We walk away in a better mood away from Elle's Recruits Agency for Kurva sexual SODRA sect in sick Queen's of Netherlands Kingdom. The tulips nation.
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"Who was he anyway?" Cuban Pete opens his Munich cigar shop gold like cigar box he keeps his good import to make his day I do not understand why.
"Baldwin from the bungalow next door." I spoke about one of our troublemakers who loves his freight of life to continue in our recruitment agency for Elle's Recruits.
"It is good I do not work or live in your losers company." I think he was thinking about the group of us we fought back then cooling off our dancing feet in the water pond. It was great our Cuban Pete saved me then.
"Yes, the Polish Overlord is petrifying." He places the cigar box in and is looking in a store display seeing our reflection. I am observing him and understanding he is matching our looks if we look good today to find out dates attractive in one look.
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"We are here in London for Toto business." They place their black luggages in the trolley stacking one with another.
"I feel great you arrived from Warsaw. I am Madam for Watermelon Inn." I was holding my hands under my belly and not looking up much like a good teacher would do. I had a shy appreciation for temptation.
I turn around and lead my way.
He slaps my watermelon to start the business in the airport. We continue walking to talk about the business, him pressing his voice. "I don't care about Miss Toto's business. I am here to do business with you."
"Ok. I give in to you. I only care about business and I will open the Toto Hotel for you." I hope to teach him my temptation is right.
"Yes, Tom Powers spoke well about you. We know you had us cared for in our garage back in Bangkok." They both smile for their eyes to shine.
It was for the Toto Love Motel landlady Madam Narak to shine. I made up my mind.
"I changed my name to Varke. I hate Narak. My father was a loser." The shy smile I give them before I enslave.
"We do you a job no matter the names you swap. We are good at growing it." I knew they had a good background for crime and they knew me I am up for sex and cheat. They knew they should never trust me or I betray them. I purely meant business. I loved it.
I stop and stroke both tall Polish men near a cafe shop. The feel of their wild meat and love growing. The feel of it Ban Toya once he minced them with his feet. Their faces and balls he kicked. Their dicks later I drove wild in their garage for a cheaper car repair. The moment I betrayed him. I planned.
It went well according to my plan.
The cravings for a good drink I spoke with them. "You buy me coffee first?" I blink and smile at them knowing what to do next.
The white fingernails I polished in the morning were only for them. The nails are pink and tips white. We stood. I zipped both trousers up and to lower in the crowd looking for answers. "Wow, I should have a coffee." He spoke, stroking his blushing bald head.
"Super, me too." The one with a huge mustache picked his lips looking away. It was the thirst.
I loved their customs and hospitality. It was great sitting with two men on the same table drinking coffee, observing them and waiting for the prey. The departure gates were on the north of the driveway.
We took the escalator from arrivals to departures floor. They looked around if nobody saw me playing with my watermelons rubbing my skin soft dress reaching feeling the burn. They went under my armpit, rubbed at the top and we all made great friends smiling at each other.
I was happy Yuri Tilsi left me for dead and I left Ban Toya in prison. I was playing with their zippers in a coffee shop. Their clothes. Their smell in the wild toilet fight. The space and lights around me were magical. The clothes I wore. The love I felt to open a new business.