When I cone from work drinking and spitting on French drinking wine in Antwerp about white French kid who was a rapist in Antwerp and pretending black man seen as culture research journalist feeling sick from white French culture.
I understand a black hair Romania prostitue who had been her longest two years contract in right nearest window from shop in Antwerp Red Light district was behind females rape in Antwerp. When I felt like smashing her window.
I walked in the street with 350 size vodka of Sweden bottle. When I sit a drink in front the bus station with energy drink thinking to myself. "What a shit job it is." I stood up to continue walking further. "Hei! We can drink and smoke here?" A few foreign guests asked. It was only needed to ask. "Yes. You can drink and smoke here." I replied they do not have to sit in their cars when do arrive to Antwerp.
They spat on floor to say Lithuanian thank you. I walk further to sit on yellow bench to continue my drink. When Russian arrives and ask for a drink. "Here. You have it." He pours everything. "A good Swedish vodka." He hits the table with the bottom of the drink. "Here one euro for you." I took it thinking when I sober up after tonight weed smoking championship by the beach. I will buy bread for breakfast tomorrow morning. When I decided not to return Anna Ammelie tonight smelling like shit from being a street journalist.
I woke up in the morning to meet two journalists I don't know and told them I write books and what I do for the living. It is because to tell female journalist and male photographer. I am porn movie star and culture field research as a street journalist. When I feel really having sex with her now in Rubenhuis writing my memoirs holding a wedding ring last game in my hand and thinking about Anna Ammelie is weird. I wrote a text message to Anna Ammelie. "Hallo liefde." It was two words in Dutch. Hello love.
"The night job writing about Antwerp night life was so poor I felt ok to spend night on the street. But today in work area writing notes. I was interviewed by the press and photographed for the basic fit bag. They even did not knew another cute Dutch female interviewed a rockstar like me from Netherlands in Belgium left behind to look after his baby. By the way in feminine test message part. There is one Belgium female rockstar left in Rotterdam and one Dutch Rockstar in Utrecht. "I was waiting for her reply when I was thinking about male loser rockstar from Rotterdam who did not arrived to my last film good bye party where he was stuck in crack house.
I call the "bookie" in nightclub. "Where the fuuck is he?" It is likewise employment agency coordinator he hangs up the call for two hours later to see.
A young rockstar like me drove all the way from Amsterdam. He passes smoking barrier to check who is the losers from Rotterdam and Den Haag. When he walks to me.
"Hei! It's you."
"Yes. It is me. I do not study politics neither social welfare."
"I have underworld drug from vikings ready for you the valhala."
"Great!"
"I am going to the bathroom."
He comes back and speaks near changing room girl. It is free sample. I kept voicemail active to record him a voice message otherwise "bookie" would not have paid the "rookie" rockstar like me.
I walk to the bathroom and spread the powder over my mobile screen. When I roll the note thinking it is 50/50 from the "bookie" and you cannot never be sure. When I hit! "I an dying. I am dying. I am alive!"
When I left to a dancefloor I sat. I am thinking this shift will never work. When the lights swaps to Norwegian DJ. I stand up filming a final record of my night out to work. When my girlfriend was dead in Netherlands Enschede. I am drawing in darkness with lights consuming me. Only my white eyeballs seen in the dark and out my skull holding my local food.
The male who attended the bathroom wrote a smile on my wrists. I said thanks to the guy offering to slit my wrists and drew fun months after to feel good.
The moment I had the drunk I screamed to students from the USA and Spain. "You sluts vampires. You come and drink my blood."
It was great how we seized the nighclubs with another rockstar.
And even Rotterdam Sparta football club fans arrived to a nightclub. We agreed to sign Ossendrecht Contract.
I decided not to speak with Anna Ammelie when I see her tonight but later we both swaps books of each other...
When I breathed in the memory to think bad about Anna Ammelie: I did remember my first night in Enschede Techno Nightclub.
I was invited by my friends from Lithuania I met at work. They purchased ecstasy from Poland crackhouse in Netherlands. I pass my hand under the table late to see him after one girl from Venezuela who was study exchange student.
"Hei son! What drugs you have. You can show it to me? "My hand slid under the table. He picks up the sock to pass me the pill and I bank transfered to him.
When I walk out to smoke I see three beautiful Dutch girls. I sit to one with beautiful black curl hair with her legs wide apart pointing her grain in her dark pants. She smiles: "It is nice to meet you.I am journalist from Brussels."
"Great! I am happy to meet you."
"I have a friend over there." He walks away.
"I say what a loser he is. I will meet you inside and I am happy to meet your friends."
When Iranian refugee girl in pink wig with black under eyes carries something in.
"Here. Have a drink. It is something from home." She sits next to me to see the entrance. I can see drop shape drink with North African writing. Her strong hands asks to hide it is mine. I pour and say "shit." My eyes blows up like I had a fatal head shot from a journalist from Belgium. I pass carefully drink to her.
I knew I was drugged with a rape drug of mix Ketamine and MDMA. When I stand up Belgium journalist walks in to place her nail on my chin and pulls towards unisex bathroom. "I told you. I take you to the bathroom."
I walk with her. We wait in line for her inside to take black panties net off. Asks me to approach her from behind like a family member. "You will film us now and take selfies with my undies."
We had a great sex for me to let go in the bathroom. She wrote to everyone who flushes here. Adris did let go here.
Her name was Urlunda.
I took a bit, place over my ears and over my head and beard to have selfie and a movie made for myself. When in secret I kept it hidden somewhere safe to remember.
I walk out. When dancing to have my top of casual "Vandaag" Ken on with the Dutch brunette guy beating Techno from Amsterdam Marketing company.
When I have to my friends good bye from Lithuania. I walk further to breathe in her smell and leave her panties to somebody front door like others left bras and offered sex over Christmas in the public because people like me in Netherlands do not celebrate Christmas.
When reading case file puzzle preparing profile for mission about location and characters you soak in this information adding pragmatic thinking you like the way your characters talk to you it is like I wrote you before:
Write how Princess of Luxembourg and Spain died in Antwerp. Write how Belgium-French was killed by Belgium National Security in Antwerp.
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When I travelled from Lithuania to Netherlands and in Netherlands I received a very nice gift from Minsk. A two Chezchoslovakia genocide war soldiers arrived who brought poison to their army general in Nuremberg Court to poison himself in live television camera. They arrived from Minsk to kill Twente Crime Head family because he was responsible for a rape murder of my girlfriend in Netherlands Enschede.
I know have a coffee mug every day to drink coffee at work. It is written "the boss." When I can every day drink coffee with big uncle from Minsk.
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When my friend from Portugal and jewellery designer made me a Rose Gold wedding proposal ring. The one unique her hand forget and only in the planet made for her in Rose only in the planet made for her in Rose blisters of light for me to find the one I engage. I kept it for Anna Ammelie in my leather wallet. It was near my car keys and six story Antwerp City centrum Mansion above the bars and shops. It was left to me by dear friend. She died in 34 Plaats butchery from Netherlands and England's wish I would not mate with illegal en stuurde Princess of Luxembourg.
They sent Polish and Lithuanians to party her to a slut and fatal moment French made a mistake for her Polish slut and her guts taken out while on drugs they thought to have sex. I am feeling sad about it took her place in Antwerp as Dark Prince of Luxembourg under Prince Henri wish. Because I could not save her and without telling Prince Harri I took her mansion with fleet of cars to my own ownership. When Prince Phillipe of Belgium cancelled the 34 Butchery to have it disposed. One year was to long while she did party. There I paid my respect when Prince Henri said you wanted her so much you are now the Prince. When I had her hologram of, life memory stored in my head. Our wedding signature caused in the Republic of Lithuania Passport office. Her two strokes in two names surnames to cross off. I stroke a final line in single sword park across in to strike. Our name engraving in a whole power of Antwerp. It made my near future matrimonial signature. Therefore now losers did not knew most expensive contract killer on the planet capable to assassinate Prime Minister took cover-up girl job. I felt I am a slut when I returned to Antwerp forever.
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When I am tired from my acting in adult movies I act on the street to be homeless to avoid public but Hollywood actor stopped me and asked me to stop picking cigarette butts.
He looked me in the eyes offering 19 cigarettes out his packet: "I actor too."
I said to my mind: "He was acting Santa Claus in Hollywood movie." I said nothing I took cigarette and left to New Antwerp Port to smoke weed in weed smoking competition and eat sweets.