In the Arms of the Black Madonna
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Yeah,
all
right so I was drinking a half empty beer someone had left
unfinished on the table. I
was running a little low on cash. But it
didn’t really matter. Not in Prague, not in
the salon of the Marquis
de Sade.
I
sank
back into the red velvet couch and nursed my adopted beer
waiting for the next
abandoned beverage to make itself known. [...]