Rotterdam

I lost my luggages.

I met the "Man" (Robert, if u read that, please contact me for we have things to end up...).

I met Nanaz, great dynamic women.

I met Hans, a bit german.

I fuck the mother fucking rude door man of the Cinema'Bar (in front of the Irish pub).
Look guy, I don't speak netherlandish,
but u jerk need to see a doctor.

I finally met one of my soul mate...
Irish pub, you & me, and nothing else (but your girlfriend).
If you remember Daniel Quinn, Remember me !!!

Please,
Get in touch with me, I did not have time to tell you everything,
to show you everything.

I get back home
for I am the tall-dark-hair-white-wine lady...