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Catherine Hanrahan

Lost Girls and Love Hotels

  • Kseniia Koliesnikovaцитирует2 года назад
    quick succession to blunt the reality of Bar Let’s Go.
  • Kseniia Koliesnikovaцитирует2 года назад
    Just riding the train to kill time. Kill memory. To enjoy the spectacle of anonymity.
  • Kseniia Koliesnikovaцитирует2 года назад
    But then it begins, like love affairs do, with a chance meeting, and then a raw empty something needing to be sated, something you didn’t notice before. But suddenly it squawks like a hungry bird, day and night, refusing to be ignored. You love and revile it, this sore shrieking something
  • Kseniia Koliesnikovaцитирует2 года назад
    You are in Siberia. In a flimsy hut. The wind howling around you.
  • Kseniia Koliesnikovaцитирует2 года назад
    Some money is exchanged. Some bowing is done.
  • Kseniia Koliesnikovaцитирует2 года назад
    Forty-eight little bars and restaurants and karaoke places in one little six-story building on a street with hundreds of little buildings, in a city with hundreds of streets like this.
  • Kseniia Koliesnikovaцитирует2 года назад
    The endless anonymous concourse.
  • Kseniia Koliesnikovaцитирует2 года назад
    If you scream on a deserted Tokyo street, on a Sunday, in English, do you really make a sound?
  • Kseniia Koliesnikovaцитирует2 года назад
    I’m the vulnerable postcoital girl doll.
  • Kseniia Koliesnikovaцитирует2 года назад
    three-hour screw and a shower is euphemized as a “rest,” while the all-night fuckfest is a “stay.”
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