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stardustbot · 5 years

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The first part of that sugar daddy/hustler xiyao au i am most definitely not writing :)

As with all things, it’s Wei Wuxian’s fault.

But Lan XiChen is a fair man, and graciously assigns a healthy portion of blame to his dearest younger brother who, in a fit of belated hormones and far too much PDA, had decided that everyone had to be just as happy as himself and his beau.

(Hopefully not actually that happy, though, they’d already traumatised the entire junior staff - Jingyi would never be the same - and three particularely unlucky janitors stumbling onto a display of their ‘happiness’.)

But this-!

XiChen looks despairingly down at the discrete and deceptively tasteful looking splash page for the app on his phone.

“A sugar baby,” he says, deadpan.

“We didn’t want you to be lonely,” Wei Ying says, hanging off of Wangji’s arm.

“So you bought me-“

“Of course not!” Wei Ying says, which makes the dread in XiChen’s stomach recede just the slightest before- “You’ll need to agree to your own terms and pay him yourself.”

XiChen sighs.

“Where did he even find the shirtless photos?” XiChen mumbles despairingly at an entirely unsympathetic Nie Mingjue.

Mingjue, currently scrolling through the chat log on his phone, snorted. “At least your dick looks big in this one.”

XiChen looks at the (eighth) tie in his hands (the others discarded onto the bed, god know why he’s trying so hard to make a good impression to the poor boy that Wei Ying had - had catfished for him) and contemplates hanging himself instead.

Jin GuangYao’s profile seemed... normal, XiChen thinks and then mentally slaps himself for being judgemental. A university student. Good taste in books. An interest in traditional music. A surprisingly sweet smile and dimples that made XiChen’s fingers itch to tou-

XiChen abruptly closes the app and slams his phone down.

The cafe they meet at is only a few blocks away from the office, tucked away off the Main street. It’s filled with an overspill of plants, the wall length windows letting in the fading afternoon light that gilds the occupant of the window table in gold. He’s focused, seemingly, on the book in front of him - a thick textbook, the spine facing the wrong way for XiChen to read - but XiChen can see the nerves in the tapping of his foot and the way his fingers (long, delicate) fidget against the table.

The tinkle of the bell when XiChen pushes the door open sounds too loud, even against the thump of his heartbeat in his ears.

Jin Guangyao looks up from his book, eyes wide, for just a split second before looking away, panic evident in every line of his body before he swallows (XiChen’s eyes trace the movement of his throat, an answering dryness in his own mouth) and visibly gathers himself in the split second it takes for XiChen’s long stride to close the distance.

The screech of the chair against the floor makes them both wince, Jin Guangyao rising sharply to his feet. XiChen is so much taller that he feels a little clumsy, like he’s taking up all the space in the too small room where all the oxygen has rushed out, and what little breathe he has disappears when Jin Guangyao peers up through long eyelashes, the tentative smile showing a hint of dimple on his cheek.

It’s harder than XiChen expects to fumble out an apology, a stuttered explanation that it hadn’t been him who had messaged and harder still to continue when the soft tentative hope in Jin Guangyao expression fades to embarrassment and those big, bright eyes look away.

“Oh,” Jin Guangyao says softly - he does everything so softly, the warmth from his fingers lingers on XiChen’s own from when they’d briefly shaken hands - and he forces a smile, looking over XiChen’s shoulder instead. “Of course, you don’t want-“

“No!” XiChen interrupts. “It’s not that - I mean, you’re very attractive - I’m just, it”

He trails off, miserable, but there’s a twitch of a smile at Jin GuangYao’s mouth that makes his heart skip a beat.

“I’m just not sure I want a relationship like this right now,” XiChen sighs.

“Hey,” Jin Guangyao says and he’s reaching out a hand to gently touch XiChen’s where he’s drumming his fingers agitatedly against the table. “It’s okay, you don’t have to explain.”

Good. XiChen’s every good reason had disappeared completely from his mind after walking in.

“Listen, why don’t we just have relaxing afternoon with a nice cup of tea and,” Jin GuangYao’s smile slips fractionally here, “Go off on our own way.”

XiChen stills, instinctively wanting to protest but not quite knowing what part but again, can’t think of what to say except to nod and let JinGuangyao’s hand (when had he caught those soft fingers in his own, what was he doing?) slip away to pass him the menu.

As expected from his profile, Jin Guangyao is sweet and surprisingly smart, in his third year of law school and “School fees are a little expensive,” he says with a self-deprecating smile. The hours seem to disappear talking over books and music (“I started playing the gu qin,” Jin Guangyao says with a little quirk of a smile, “I know it’s strange but my mother used to play.” And it takes all the XiChen has not to offer to teach him instead.) and the various stresses of business life. The soft background music of the cafe turns off before they stand up to leave.

“Listen,” XiChen says abruptly. “The Lan corporation, there’s a scholarship-“ There isn’t, not yet anyway. “-and you should apply for it. It’ll cover tuition and some living expenses.” And if it weren’t inappropriate, XiChen would just hand his bank card over, tuck it into the pocket of Jin GuangYao’s well worn but neat clothing.

He fumbles out a business card instead, scrawled with his personal mobile number. “I’m deleting the app. Have deleted the app but. You should call me if I can help.”

Jin GuangYao’s eyelashes dip, and XiChen can see the press of his teeth against his lower lip. “I’m not sure if that-“

“HR is always on the look out for good talent,” XiChen says, firm, and presses the card into Jin GuangYao’s hand.

Jin Guangyao smiles up at him and only says, “It was good meeting you. Goodnight.”

XiChen stands there for a long time, even after Jin Guangyao has disappeared around the corner, the warmth of Jin GuangYao’s hand fading far too fast from his clenched hand.

Jin Guangyao hums as he scrolls through his phone contacts, hitting ‘call’ on the sheep icon. It’s picked up after half a ring.

“Well?” XueYue demands. “How’d it go?”

A smile curls Jin GuangYao’s mouth. “Get me his schedule.”

#xiyao #jin guangyao #lan xichen

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rcultado · 3 years

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Reborn: Betony Vernon Cover Story

When Betony Vernon talks, you get the impression that she is sometimes speaking in capital letters. Listening to her, you question quietly and try to keep up. Is it sex she’s talking about, or big letter S Sex? When she touches on the people who paved they way for her, is it her teachers, or the more ominous Teachers? On the many taboos we collectively tiptoe around as a society, you wonder if it’s pleasure or Pleasure? Run-of-the-mill puppy love or big L Love? This is important to decipher. Like keys, it unlocks your understanding of certain concepts and primes you to her universe: one where nothing is taken for granted, where everything is sacred.

Designer, author, therapist. Betony Vernon, with her flaming red hair and flowing silky robes, is a textbook Renaissance woman. Her many endeavors seemingly rooted and closely knit by one running thread, sex. Sexology. She defines it as the understanding of the sexual being and the research around it. For her, it has been a 30-year course, one that she is still enrolled in. “The sexual realm is always evolving, and us with it. It’s political, social, it’s as much physical as it is spiritual,” she says.

Spiritual sex, huh. It might sound iffy, but if you have been lurking in the right side of the Internet, you would know that there is a resurgence of new age philosophy, a wave of urban witches comparing zodiac birth charts, collecting crystal trinkets, and practicing sex magick. This is the process of building sexual energy and using it to ground your manifestation. For Vernon of course this is not news. “In Tantra, orgasm is regarded to be the closest thing we can get to the divine,” she shares. “Our Asian forefathers understood the power of sex. Skilled love-making being one of the many doors to enlightenment.”

If you find this spiritual talk a bit woozy, Vernon also tethers it to a religion even the most doubtful among us tends to subscribe to — hard science. “When we are sharing our intimate space with someone we are connected to, our bodies start to emit certain hormones. Dopamine, serotonin, oxytocin, beta-endorphins,” she asserts. “It’s like heroin, but it’s coming from within you,” she continues.

The erotic offers a well of replenishing and provocative force to the woman who does not fear its revelation, according to Audre Lorde in The Uses of the Erotic. Vernon calls this tapping into the Body Pharmacy. “When we have sexual relations with someone, and there’s something behind it, something driving it, you feel more connected to this person. All the more these hormones are going to be produced,” she points out. “This chemical power of desire, it’s a real feel good pharmacy. This is also why when people don’t tap into this side of their lives, when they forget about their sexuality, or push it aside, or repress their desires, it creates a void, a frustration.”

Turns out, that girl hitting you up only during the full moon is not very far off. And she might appreciate Betony Vernon’s line of erotic jewelry, one in particular: a necklace equipped with a tiny vessel container. It comes with a small pad paper, on which you write your manifestation before rolling it up and putting it inside the pendant. All this done pre coitus, this piece of jewelry you wear in situ, and makes your love making more directed, your sex magick more potent. If that does not work, you can always opt for her silver Petting Ring (worn by Christina Aguilera, Bionic era!), a luxe collar choker, or one of her feathery things, to tickle, to caress, to enchant.

Vernon’s jewelry line has not always been this explicitly erotic. In the 90s, she was making jewelry stocked at Barney’s in New York, Kashiyama in Japan, and Liberty in London. Often she would try to sneak in a mildly erotic piece into their selection, it would be flagged and withdrawn. In 2001, after a post 9/11 jolt to her psyche, Vernon decides to make sado-chic pieces exclusively. “I refused to make anything else that does not have to do with enhanced sexual wellness. Objects that have a function beyond being pieces of jewelry,” she shares. By eliminating all the pieces outside the erotic collection, she lost all the biggest retailers buying from her. “They freaked out. But I realized that if you hit a nerve, there must be something valid in what you’re doing.”

When a door closes, several others open. What she lost in prestigious department store real estate, she gained in the confidence of several private clients, a roster that is growing to this day. Vernon welcomes them, strictly by appointment, in her showroom atelier in the Marais, in Paris. All green velvet, it feels like being on the inside of a jewelry box. Meta and apt, sure, but also stunning and opulent. From making the huge leap of faith to landing here in this beautiful space, Vernon must have done many things right. “I knew from the start that with this erotic collection, I need to do a Boudoir Box. Because I knew that my clients would want to have several pieces, house their collection, and I would need to lug it around and show it to people,” she notes. “I knew I needed to be an educator.”

And an educator she became. Vernon arranged sexual wellness salons (attended by a diverse public ranging from jittery gay boys to seasoned S&M enthusiasts), guided self-hypnosis sessions (one wherein she marries you to yourself, in a state of trance, fostering self-love, esteem, and trust in oneself), and writing a definitive sex guide for today called The Boudoir Bible (available in English, French, Czech, Polish, Russian, Chinese, and Portuguese, with several foreign editions in the works.) “I needed to write it, I needed to be understood, because if not I would not be able to continue with any of the design work,” Vernon explains. “My goal with the book is to dismantle the pleasure taboo. Pleasure is a bond, it connects us, it ties us together,” she elaborates, smiling, before continuing, “You know what’s another taboo? Love.”

What about love? (Or is it Love?) “It’s not something that is not on the menu nowadays. Love is something that was kind of used against us, and it’s just like we weren’t given the keys to our own house.” Vernon affirms that our society is in such bad shape because very basic keys were denied us. “It’s a social sin. Denying people the keys to themselves.”

When asked about the future, Vernon claims that who ever emerges from this pandemic would experience a rebirth. “The future has a very little to do with pre-Covid reality,” she notes. “We have to really tap into our incredible neuroplasticity and rewire our brains to design the future that we deserve. Because it’s not going to happen from the top down. We have to stay in the light and see through this awakening.”

Reborn. Which incidentally is also the theme of this issue. We shared about our reservations, how the fashion industry is the second most polluting one after petroleum, how disheartening it is to be walked through the back doors and to see that everything’s a mess. “Then maybe you’re the response,” Vernon points out. Standing in the light is seeking the truth, demanding it as much from the politicians governing us as the food we put on our plates. “At this point, everything you do is activism. From what you put on your face to what you choose to eat. The future is real. Literally. To ensure that everything we consume is truthful is to be a part of this new wave of awakening.”

There are many paths going to achieve this prise de conscience, and as the French like to say: tous les moyens sont bons. We try to get there by any means possible. Go get tied with ropes and hang upside down from the ceiling, activating your body’s theta frequency. Let your dinner plate or your bed be the place of the revolution. Feel everything. Or just go through the world, humming silently with the power of deeply knowing yourself. We are sure of one thing though. Betony Vernon is our Woman. Yes, big letter W Woman.

Originally published on Magazine Uniform No 3

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thatashame · 6 years

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GroundWork; Q’n’A

ABOUT

Let me cut right to the chase, if I may. Go ahead. Ok. Just one more second... Bring it on, man. Do your worst. Show me what you got. Hey, easy on the tough guy talk. You got it. Sorry. Ok. I'm going to ask you about this Groundwork book. Shoot. What's the point? What's it meant to do? Wouldn't the world be a better place without it? Why don't I answer these one at a time, all right. Actually, now that I think about it, the first two are pretty much the same question. I guess you're right. Ok then. Groundwork is a textbook. Textbooks are supposed to teach people things. Does this one? I'm pretty sure it does. Then how come my client didn't learn a thing? Is your client by any chance a fat lazy moron with no work ethic? Yes, but that's beside the point here. See, that's where you're wrong. Explain. This is a two-way street we're talking about here. How so? Well, this book does have a lot to offer. But at the same time it asks a lot of the reader. Like what? Like that you actually read it and think about what it says and try hard to remember what you read. I see. Does it say that anywhere in the book? It's a given. My client begs to differ. Then your client shouldn't have bought the book. Well, he did. I didn't hold a gun to his head, did I? Although I wish I did now. Anyway, isn't it enough that he paid for the book? Is he expected to put in some work on top of that? Sorry to break it to you, but that's how learning generally works. I see. Listen, you sound like a reasonable person, unlike that waste of space you're representing. It's awfully nice of you to say that. The first part, I mean. So I wonder if maybe you have a recommendation? How is my client going to improve his English? He isn't. Would you mind expanding on that? Happily. It's pretty obvious that your client is a good-for-nothing slob with no ambition other than being a pain in the ass, someone who would rather make excuses for himself than buckle down, hit the books and get some work done. Wow. You really nailed it. That pretty much sums the guy up. It does, doesn't it? Yeah. Also, suing an English teacher? What kind of a dick move is that? You can say that again. Anyway, could you repeat what you just called him one more time so I can write it down? Sure. Does this mean you're dropping the lawsuit? Oh yeah, for sure. My heart was never in it anyway. I could tell. Wanna grab a beer later? Why the hell not. BY So who wrote this thing anyway? A guy. What guy? What's his name? What's he like? Does he dye his hair? Does he HAVE hair? Does he know how to replace a flat tire? Didn't he used to date my cousin? Stop already. Does any of that really matter? I mean, what difference does it make if he's getting a bald spot or he hasn't gone grocery shopping in fifteen years? It has nothing to do with what's in the book. I guess. Still, I wonder who's behind all of this. Maybe you're better off not knowing. What do you mean? What if the guy's a jerk? What if he did date your cousin, the ugly one with the lisp? What if he married her and never told you? What if he kidnaps little children and makes them read his books? Oh my God. I never thought of that. Makes you wonder, huh. Sure does. I hate that guy now. I wish he was dead. I should never have bought his book. Well, at least you learned a lesson. I guess I did. What's the lesson again? I don't really know. Don't trust anybody in their early 40s? Oh, right. © Hey, do you think this book's copyrighted? Why are you asking me that? I was thinking that maybe we could steal it. You mean like the whole thing? Like, just reprint it? Yeah. I mean, what's the worst that can happen? Well, we could get sued. By who? This guy's a nobody. He wouldn't dare mess with us. Apparently not. Besides, unless he has copyright, we're off the hook. I guess. What's copyright anyway? It means there's a piece of paper that says, This here is mine, I'm the one who created this and whoever tries to cheat me out of money is gonna hear from my lawyer. Oh, I'd hate to hear from anybody's lawyer. So would I. But the thing is, getting that piece of paper is kind of expensive. Oh. Well, the guy who wrote this, he sounds kind of cheap. He sure does. I don't think he could afford a lawyer. Also, who cares? That's a good point. All this legal stuff goes way over my head anyway. Hey, don't blame me. You're the one that brought it up. Fair enough. So you're not worried that we could get in trouble? Hell no. This is a win-win situation. Not for the guy, it isn't. Right. Forgot about him. But mark my words, this book is going to make us filthy rich. What if no one buys it, though? I mean, it's a grammar textbook. It is? I haven't read it. You haven't? No. I assumed it was one of those vampire books. Whatever gave you that idea? It says Grammar right here on the cover. Oh, give me a break. I'm too busy making money to read stuff. Including the stuff that's supposed to make you all that money? Huh? You know what, forget about it. Wanna shoot some pool? Sounds great. Ok. So just to be sure, the book thing's off, right? What book thing? Never mind. Line up the balls, will you? D.O.A. Hey bro, how many of these are you thinking of printing? What do you think would be a good first run? Depends on how many readers there are out there. Let me think. Uh, right now... there... are... none. You're a real smartass, you know that? I do. What was the question again? Once the book's out, how many buyers will there be, you think? Not many. A couple dozen? A couple? Half of a couple? Oh. Well then, here's an idea. Don't print it. Just save yourself the trouble. Financially speaking, that makes total sense and I appreciate it. Except... Why do I even bother giving you advice? Look, I just can't not print it. It'd kill me. This book deserves to exist. Even if no one gives a rat's ass about it? Especially then. Seriously, man. Would anyone care if this book didn't exist? Not that I know of. Sounds like a no-brainer to me, sorry. I know. I'm still going to go through with it, though. Well, consider yourself warned. I will. Hey, can I borrow a grand? You have got to be kidding me. No, really. I'm broke. And the book wants out. You got a hell of a nerve, man. I know. I get that from Dad. Of course you do. Let me get my wallet. And that pretty much covers everything you really need to know about this book. ABOUT Tak já půjdu přímo k jádru věci, jestli to nevadí. Klidně. Ještě chvilinku... Sem s tím. Se předveďte. Ukažte, co ve vás je. Ty drsné řeči trošku omezíme, ano. Jasně. Omlouvám se. Tak. Dám vám několik dotazů ohledně knihy Groundwork. Ptejte se. Jaký má kniha smysl? Co je jejím cílem? Nebylo by bez ní na světě líp? Já na ty dotazy s dovolením odpovím postupně, ano? No, když nad tím tak přemýšlím, ty první dva jsou v podstatě shodné. To asi jo. Dobrá tedy. Groundwork je učebnice. Učebnice mají za úkol učit. A tahle učí? Podle mě určitě. Tak jak to, že můj klient se z ní nic nenaučil? Není to náhodou tak, že váš klient je líný tlustý pamprd, kterému se nechce pracovat? To sice ano, ale o to nejde. No a v tom se právě mýlíte. To mi vysvětlete. Tahle knížka totiž vyžaduje úsilí na obou stranách. V jakém smyslu? No, ona sice hodně nabízí, ale zároveň toho po čtenáři hodně chce. Co třeba? Třeba to, aby ji skutečně četl a přemýšlel nad tím co čte a snažil se něco si semtam zapamatovat. Aha. Je tohle někde v knize zmíněno? Ne. To se rozumí samo sebou. Můj klient se na to dívá jinak. Pak si váš klient tuhle knihu neměl pořizovat. Už se stalo. Stál jsem snad za ním s nabitou puškou? Nestál. A teď vidím, že je to škoda. Nestačí snad, že za tu knihu zaplatil? To se ještě předpokládá, že bude muset vynaložit nějaké úsilí? Asi to neuslyšíte rád, ale tak to při učení všeobecně chodí. Aha. Poslyšte, vy mi připadáte jako rozumná ženská, na rozdíl od toho hňupa, co ho tady zastupujete. To ráda slyším, tedy tu první část. Doporučil byste mému klientovi něco? Jak si zlepší svou angličtinu? Nezlepší si ji nijak. Mohl byste být konkrétnější? Rád. Je zcela evidentní, že váš klient je naprostý budižkničemu bez jakékoli touhy se někam posunout, který dokáže jenom otravovat a prudit a který radši hledá výmluvy, než aby zabral, sedl ke knížkám a něco se naučil. No teda. To jste ho vystihl úplně přesně. Takový on fakt je. Že jo? Jo. A žalovat učitele angličtiny, to přece může udělat jenom debil. Souhlas. Mohl byste mi prosím ještě jednou zopakovat, jak jste ho před chvílí popsal, abych si to mohla zapsat? Není problém. Takže beru to tak, že žalobu stahujete? Pochopitelně. Mě to stejně nějak nebralo. To mi bylo od začátku jasné. Co, nezajdeme spolu na jedno? Výborný nápad. BY Takže kdo to vůbec napsal, tady toto? Jakýsi borec. Jaký? Jak se jmenuje? Co je to za člověka? Barví si vlasy? Má vůbec vlasy? Umí vyměnit pneumatiku? Nechodil náhodou s mou sestřenicí? Už toho nechej. Vždyť na tom vůbec nesejde, co je zač. Hraje snad nějakou roli to, že začíná plešatět nebo že už patnáct roků nebyl na nákupu? S knížkou jako takovou to nemá nic společného. To máš asi pravdu. Ale stejně by mě zajímalo, kdo za tím stojí. Možná je lepší nic nevědět. Jak jako? Co když je to nějaký pitomec? Co když s tou tvojí sestřenicí fakt chodil, s tou škaredou, co šišlá? Co když se vzali a neřekli ti o tom? Co když unáší malé děti a nutí je číst ty svoje učebnice? Ježišmarjá, to mě vůbec nenapadlo. To jsou mi věci. Vidíš? Už o něm nechci ani slyšet. Doufám, že chcípne. A tu jeho knížku jsem si neměl kupovat. Aspoň jsi zas o něco chytřejší, že? To nejspíš ano. A o co přesně? O to, že už nebudeš důvěřovat lidem co je jim lehce přes čtyřicet. Jo, o to. © Ty, myslíš, že na tuhle knížku má někdo copyright? Proč se mě na to ptáš? Sem si říkal, že bysme ji čórli. Jakože celou? Že bysme ji prostě přetiskli? Jo. Co tak hrozného se nám může stát? Mohli by nás zažalovat. A kdo, prosímtě? Tenhle borec je úplná nula. Ten by se ničeho neodvážil. To asi ne. Navíc, pokud ten copyright nemá, tak jsme úplně z obliga. Jo. Co to vůbec je, ten copyright? To je takový papír, na kterém je něco ve smyslu, Toto je moje, to jsem vytvořil já a kdo mě bude chtít odrbat, na toho pošlu právníka. Já bych nerad, aby na mě někdo posílal právníka. Já taky. Ale jde o to, že ten papír není úplně levný. Aha. Ten týpek je podle všeho docela držgrešle. No právě. Podle mě si právníka ani nemůže dovolit. A i kdyby, tak co? To je pravda. Mě všechny tyhle právnické věci stejně úplně míjí. No, na mě se nedívej, tys s tím přišel. To uznávám. Takže ty se nebojíš, že bysme z toho mohli mít nějaké problémy? Vůbec ne. Tohle je pro všechny strany přínosné. Kromě toho druhého člověka. Jo, na toho jsem zapomněl. Ale pamatuj – tahle knížka nám vydělá hromadu peněz. Co když si ji nikdo nekoupí? Ona je to přece jenom učebnice gramatiky. Jo? Já jsem se do ní nedíval. Ty ses do ní nedíval? Ne. Já jsem předpokládal, že to je něco s těma upírama. Jak tě něco takového vůbec napadlo? Přímo tady na obale je napsáno Gramatika. Furt se do mě kruci nenavážej. Já mám tolik práce s vyděláváním peněz, že nemám čas číst. Nemáš čas číst ani to, co ti ty peníze má vydělat? Co prosím? Nic, zapomeň na to. Nedáme kulec? Supr nápad. Fajn. Takže to s tou knížkou se ruší, chápu to správně? S jakou knížkou? Žádnou. Připrav koule, jo? D.O.A. Brácho, poslyš, kolik přemýšlíš, že těch knížek vytiskneš? Co myslíš, že by byl dobrý náklad? Přijde na to, kolik máš čtenářů. Moment. Aktuálně... mám... nula čtenářů. Ty chytrolíne. No jo. Na co ses to ptal? Až ta knížka vyjde, kolik lidí si ji myslíš koupí? Málo. Pár desítek? Pár? Půlka páru? V tom případě ti poradím – nic netiskni. Ušetříš si spoustu problémů. Z finančního hlediska je to skvělá rada a díky ti za ni. Akorát že... Že já se vůbec snažím ti radit. Podívej, já to vytisknout prostě musím, jinak bych strašně trpěl. Tahle knížka si zaslouží existovat. I pokud o ni nikdo ani nezavadí? Obzvláště pokud o ni nikdo ani nezavadí. Teď vážně. Vadilo by někomu, kdyby neexistovala? O nikom takovém nevím. Tak potom není co řešit, sorry. Chápu. Já do toho ale stejně půjdu. Varoval jsem tě. Já vím. Ty, nepůjčil bys mi litr? Si snad děláš prdel. Nedělám, jsem úplně bez peněz. A ta knížka musí vyjít. Neuvěřitelná drzost, fakt. To mám po otci. To jo. Zajdu si pro peněženku. A to je tak zhruba všechno co o téhle knize potřebujete vědět.

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