(piña con leche before my thai food arrived tonight)
yesterday i helped a gigolo write an email to an american girlfriend asking her for some money. there is a bit of a scene in this area, as quiet a few ladies travel here to “get their groove back” with local young surfers. i basically transcribed a letter he dictated to me, but i started thinking that maybe i could have a career adding flourishes for these young dudes sweet talking first-world currencies out of stylish-handbags-du-jour.
Do you want a surf board?
hmmm that might be a good idea