It was a starry night and the cold wind blew through the window. The prostitute was tired and relaxing on the bed after a few hours with her client. She started to shiver as her naked body was embraced by the cold wind, and so she walked towards the window to close it. She heard… Continue reading Sorrow of a prostitute
My relationship with Time is complicated. Time laughs at me! Who is time for me? Someone I expect to come at the right time with right gifts, like Santa, but always arrives at the wrong time.