30 minutes after you left honey!, some dude came in asking questions about you. What you wanted, why you where at the absinthe and shit like that. He also asked if I knew anything about a specific safe deposit box and a little shit ring your friend is wearing. Well I only know cock rings – that’s it. He left after 10 min through the back entrance.
I cant remember anything from that encounter, but my colleagues and our surveillance camera in my suite caught it all. I am only a stripper man, and not running the shadows, so please get the creep away from me as I think he erased my memory with fucking magic.
kiss and hugs Floris Minke