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. She reached into her 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.
