There's something I don't stand.
An intoxicated, especially Scandinavian, male.
The worst job I ever had was at this "gentlemen's" club where all kinds of degenerates drag their perverted asses between nine pm and seven am. It's a weird thing and it should really be something obligatory for every single human to experience (since their is no such option as complete prohibition).
All the richer Swedish guys liked me since I looked like an exotic Serbian girl or something such as that. The older men love black girls and Englishmen (which behave like total pigs at the club) and Middle Eastern men likes the blondes, preferably with plastic boobs and scrap-of-meat-lips.
Anyways, back to the Swedes. They'd never come to the club if they were not intoxicated. They'd order 100-dollar-beers and talk about how ugly they were and how I must have looked down on them since they visited the club, about their poor girlfriends and their strong feelings of guilt. But still they couldn't keep their perversity away and they always persist on doing adult-content-kind-of-matters eventhough it was strictly prohibited at the club. And honestly, the club I was working at was the only one in the City where sex wasn't openely sold.
A Swede without alcohol is so silent and shy, but give them a beer and their real black. depressive insides will show. I hate alcohol and I will never be able to date a Swede.
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