Editorial. It can weaken the text or strengthen it. On the one hand, she polishes and brings the work to perfection. But on the other hand, with a light hand it can truncate a very important fragment of the text, distort a certain style of the author, and cloud the authenticity of the work. The invasion of the editor and publisher is inevitable. The relationship between T. Wolfe and M.

I go into the dressing room. Everything is as usual there. The girls, under the strict guidance of Zhenya (see November 30, December 2, 8, 9, 21, 22, 23, 24), discuss Dakota’s poor performance (see November 12, 13, 15, 18, December 2, 8, 9, 21, 22, 23, 24). Here I thought that maybe she could really become a manager. What are the chances? This is probably possible if the management staff does not have any special secrets from the dancers. And most likely they are.

If you are looking for love, what are you looking for? Possession? Self-affirmation? Confirmation of something? Shelters? Hope for a different life than today? Hoping to wave a magic wand that someone will make you happy and you won't have to do anything? Many times during sessions, clients and I circle around the concept and misconception of selfless love. We would all like someone to come along who would accept us for who we are, with our shortcomings and weaknesses.

The girls went crazy. They work without rules. Firstly, there are a lot of them, and secondly, they approach guests out of turn and without dancing. A man comes in, sits down on the sofa, and after a few seconds he is no longer visible. It's hard to see. Because a flock of dancers, ten or fifteen in number, swoops in. They surround him and that's it. The one who gets there first dances and earns money. From the outside I won’t say what it looks like.

From unpublished. The city never goes out. Even at night, after the daytime solar illumination, it smolders with the lights of traffic lights, shop windows, and the burning windows of apartments, the residents of which have more important things to do besides sleep. The city never goes out - the city is a continuous electric torch, in which thousands or tens of thousands of souls are tossing and turning, like in hell.