As I tell you this story, I am sitting in a dark bar. The lights are chaotic, the voices are noisy, and the atmosphere of lust is swirling around. I slowly drank a cup of coffee with a bitter aroma and absently looked at the world around me... A charming woman came over and danced ambiguously with the crowd for a while. Then he pulled me into the room. She took off my clothes, I lay on my back on the bed, she sat on me and started to twist... There are many past events that are destined to affect my life. Now, I am recounting them slowly like this, but I am not trying to justify my fate. It's just a kind of nostalgia, I miss the past in my life, and I also miss the love that I once deeply longed for.
