I don’t expect him to come back.
Kuba, that is.
But if he does, I’ll be more or less happy about it. He told me he would, with earnest, wide-eyed apprehension on his face.
“Sex, GB. No love…Biznis!” he'd said, trying to reassure me.
He got recruited by the same German-Italian pimps who poached Vasile and Ovi 2 and John the Romanian, and several other hot butch rent . . .
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