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扉を開くと、美しい、小柄で真面目な表情の白人女性が、流れるような髪をなびかせながらステージに手足をついて尻を振っていた。客はしわくちゃになった1ドル札をステージ上に投げ込んでいた。
扉を開くと、美しい、小柄で真面目な表情の白人女性が、流れるような髪をなびかせながらステージに手足をついて尻を振っていた。客はしわくちゃになった1ドル札をステージ上に投げ込んでいた。
She was deep inside of the club, her long hair tied up in a bun at the back of her head. Naked, she gyrated her hips in the middle of three seated men, gracefully strutting on a sixpence in her thick platform-heeled boots. I stood in the shadows resting my hand on a pillar which I leaned onto for support, exasperated, looking on from a distance.
When I flung open the door, I immediately saw a petite, white woman with flowing chestnut hair shaking her ass on the stage. Her face was beautiful and exotic, her expression sombre as she casually danced on the stage. Punters threw in crumpled $1 bills her way.
ベトナム北部の山の中に入って幻の「お香茶」を探すのを手伝ってくれないかと提案しました。ハナ先生は漢方の知識も豊富で、何よりベトナム語と英語が両方話せるので、面白い企画になると想定しました。
I proposed that she come with me into the mountains of northern Siam to help me search for the elusive “Incense Tea”. It was something I had been gifted while cycling through Laos on the Eurasian Odyssey. A heavenly divine tea obtained by boiling branches of an unknown tree.
I spoke with them in Persian. They assured me that everyone was safe, thereby confirming to me that Fourie was alive and well, too.
J: “Come to Afghanistan and join me!”
Luna: “What theory is that?”
J: “That women on Amtrak trains are actually waiting to be picked up by a mysterious stranger.”