Peace in Europe? Don’t Bet on It.

Fighting in Europe,
where was I traveling?

Then with a black hooker who
had to leave quickly.


On the Europe fighting.  It seems I was in Europe, maybe
eastern Europe.  And there were bombs going off,
lighting up the night sky.

On the hooker.  A more sordid thread.  Aside from the
black gal there was another Brookish gal (but
with shorter hair) with whom I was talking, talking
about some sort of tryst.  But she said I’d like to
just get naked, get under the covers, and fuck.  But I
don’t think we did.


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