I was out last night on King's Road. These sultry June evenings really encourage the wildlife.
I took an 18-year-old girl out on a date at Bluebird. I thought it was a safe option. We started at the bar - populated by no hookers - and worked towards the restaurant. There was one or two fuckable types in there in dresses and high-heels - looking good.
I saw an old sparring partner earlier on and she reminded me that she had found a garment of my clothing. She enquired when she should return it. Without going into details, I am a bit snookered on that front at the present time. Maybe not.
I am getting fit, fit, fit for some summer fun. The business is getting funded. I am gonna get paid all being well and then I am off to Berlin for a German workout.
The future truly is unwritten.
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