It’s not the cheap beauty that sells magazines by the millions; but whenever she floats by, leaving a scent that awakes long forgotten legends, no man can resist turning his head for a second look of admiration. If you are amongst the lucky with whom she exchanged a few words, it’s not unusual that you will not remember her words, but only your own yarning to see her eyes smile, even if only for a flash of fantasy that fades into a short sigh of realization that a goddess is beyond your reach. Yet, nearly every night you will find her in the little corner pub, on her own. Because only when she drinks, can she care about those meaningless words of those whose heavy drinking instilled enough confidence in their hearts to approach her. Only when she drinks can she finds them interesting enough to cope with a night of lonely lust, from which she hopes to wake up in an empty bed. They often stay too long.
A woman of talent and perfection; tonight you will find her again in the little corner pub, drinking, hoping that this will be her last night there.
