Friday, 6 August 2004

The Spanish Hooker

From the yellow bus on the way back from the much more pleasant El Saler [el seler] beach (the sea was how the med ought to be with a strip of green by the shallow and blue after that, it didn´t taste of oil and there weren´t fag ends instead of shells) there in the middle of a roundabout in the middle of nowhere standing just in front of the long golden grass drinking from a water bottle wiht her head tipped all the way back was a local whore. Enormous breasts squeezed into a red and black lace up corset bustier, white hotpants with her buttocks hanging out. We couldn´t decide whether she would provide services in the long grass or perhaps in a nearby carpark.

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