The Argentine prostitutes from a neighboring room had to push much to our chagrin and her extra shifts. Even as professionals who already has everything seen, heard and gespührt, it would be embarrassing and demeaning to the same, when the roar suitors during orgasm "Goal, Goal, Goal." I thought that was shouting from afar, from unbearable.
Peter was convinced that we have to face the police. "I do not want to move into longer there with," he said. "Go quietly to their homes." Regardless, I have no home anymore, I asked back: "And what will become of you?". "Well," he replied, "I have already practiced yesterday in the pedestrian zone. Better they get me for the assault in prison is the universal service at least ensured.
Again, it was pity that I sensed when I looked at the debt counselor Double. I could really store it at my parents' attic, I thought. The disappointment of the locker I was still written in the face. But I my father had saved from prison, so I would succeed at GEZ sniffer too. What choice did I even different?
breakfast was included in our nights. I guess the board chief, an elderly lady who was probably in business activities, is still held, Peter and me for a gay couple or me for Peter's Free. I did `s care. I demanded in addition to the rock-hard bread rolls with jam or a gentleman old place setting. A short time later, she brought me a beer and a drink, but that was not enough to me: "Good woman, I said of course, a" Willy-Men cover. So at least three times. "
"I like you," said a lone voice at the next table. It was the pimp of the Argentine hooker. He had similarity with Diego Maradona, because he also displayed a white beard was Saddam Hussein, but was a purebred German and simply marked by life. "Well, go. Come over. Do not be shy ". One moment I was afraid and thought me to a homoerotic Dreier, with whom I had been through for even money. "You are not fags, right? That one looks like this already, but you? What brings you to this beautiful establishment? Interest in a couple of hot Latinas, "said the pimp. "More so," I replied. "However, we are well positioned financially not so well." "Economic crisis, what? My business was sometimes better. "He sipped his whiskey glass. "What can you offer that?" He asked. "Honestly," I replied, "I have only a bottle of apple seeds and a porn magazine." He laughed. I do not know what will be funny at my poverty. But the main thing others can enjoy it.
"For the apple grain I can give you two minutes Blowjob. But ugliest of my mare. But for the porn magazine you get nothing, unless it is the first edition of Hustler of 1974, but it is not well. "I spat the liquor half of the table, not necessarily because of the statement, but rather because of the taste. Still, the thought was ingenious. It was never about the cash box. The porn issue has been the treasure. "If it was this edition, how much is she worth?" I asked the pimp interested. "15, maybe 20," he said. "For twenty euros is a lot of frozen baguettes," I thought aloud as I bit into the old rolls. "20,000 euros," he corrected me. I stuck the bread in the throat.
jumped As if stung by a tarantula to me, grabbed Peter and rode him to the station. The concourse, however, I entered alone. As a former Stasti and subsequent radio spy Peter knew the art of camouflage, so I had him safely back in the bushes. A homeless person his business just performed at the locker wall, as I slid my key into the lock. I gave him the apple seeds, he thanked me by giving me accidentally peed on my shoes and I took out the porn magazine. Indeed. The first edition of the Hustlers. In top condition, no glued pages or stains. By Issue tits under his arm, I grabbed Peter and rode back to the board.
A Free raged just threw in as board director Petra beyond. The pimp still sitting at the table and dumped grain. "That does not exist yet. How did you as the distended so fast? "He asked incredulously, as I held the porn magazine under my nose. He could almost gesabbert on the page, so he was happy about it. Kalle, that was his name, was a passionate collector porn booklet. Actually, his wives would be on the game just for this passion for collecting, he said. Early in the evening he drove to 20000 €. I felt cheated, but at the sight of so much money I was weak. There was also to the Argentine.
Now I have Peter with her left alone. It is only fair that we share the amount. Thus, we both start a new beginning. Tonight will definitely be more widely celebrated in the pension. Kalle is in a generous mood, and I must take advantage.
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