There is always time for a kiss, Lulu thought. Lubomír Tomik And so she twisted her ass in the slow rhythm of the music, rippled hips, but it was useless, the bar was empty. Jukebox finished , She reached into back pocket and found, She didn't even have any money.
It really happened … only the music was different … I don’t know what was playing when I was there … but the sadness in the tones of the accordion is accurate.
