but really i just like his apartment.

it's "pre-war", as they say in the Big City.

new hardwood floors, original woodwork. new appliances. clawfoot tub w/ checkered tiles in the kitchen/bathroom.

it's so cozy/lived in. he has exquisite furnishings. i mean, things he's collected over years.

my place just has a few bar stools and a mattress on this wierd japanese floor-frame.

his place is so... i don't know. i just want to go there and pretend that i live there or that we've been boyfriends for so long that its mine as well as his.

but he's just a trick, for now.

oh. and he has full-grown trees right outside his bedroom window.

the bathroom sink is silly though. it makes me chuckle whenever i use it.

oh. and the have the little mailboxes that are open. like you have to go to the front desk and ask for your mail. and its in a little cubby. oh i want to live there!!!

don't trust him. he'll want "the other woman" are you the coquette? i've been reaidng robert greene's the art of seduction. sick book, lovely so. tricks do the tricking too. work it mama.

I've read you talk about suckin cock, licking ass, and calling tricks, but that is by far the gayest post you've ever made honey.

but it does sound like an awesome place.
how is the sink "silly"

shutup. everybody hates you.

and how is it that a hooker can afford a prewar? he must be really tallented. and for that, i dont blame him. if i was a loaded hooker i'd buy a claw-foot bathtub too.

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