The safe was located in the other bedroom where I would try to sleep while being tortured by the moans of Eva fucking nightclub owner. My only option was to look at her huge picture on the wall and to jerk off to take at least some pressure off. She new combination of the safe, so I did not expect to find much there.
This is the ongoing story about a clown that struggles to get back his colors after he's been stripped of it. Written every day as time goes by and illustrated by Midjourney AI. So hang on as the story unfolds.
