Review of Café Opera – by Allan T.
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Now I've had enough!
Sex moves slowly and I think for myself ' ' does it something good on TV tonight? ' ' Coming out of my usual confusion to the sound of a dark voice ' ' On how to Be härå? ' '
' ' Jorå, it says lovely to! ' ' I said. Gave my wrinkled patches to the cashier and walked in. People move in a clear flow, back and forth from table to bar. All are well-dressed and noisy to the level that it feels like the ants ' war in the eardrums. ' ' This bodes well ' ' I said loudly to a passing transvestite in Boa. She smiled and gave me a pat on the cheek, it felt good.
The Evening will be one of the most expensive restaurant visits Allan experienced. I totally blame the establishment, they knew it va expensive in there but said nothing to me. Bad style.
Trillandes out, I find a peaceful place on the street, perfect for reflection! ' ' Here I do not want to go again ' ' I messed up myself. It is expensive, full of people seeking confirmation (even I), clear elitism on the wallpaper, a strong inside group and a weak outside-group that looks up to the alpha people with eyes large as saucers. This is not a community, this is not the Stockholm I want to show to my supar homies from abroad.
Go here if you want to show you and feel a taste of glamour, do not go here if you want to realize yourself on any plane.
Wee out, Allan