Friday, September 01, 2006

Syria Says "Yes" to 1701. Why?

According to Kofi Annan, Syria has agreed to uphold UN resolution 1701. He said on Friday that "Syrian President Bashar al-Assad had promised to enforce an arms embargo on Hizbollah under a U.N. resolution that halted Israel's war with the Lebanese group." According to Reuters,

Annan did not say if he had pressed Assad to comply with other U.N. demands on Syria. These include demarcating its border with Lebanon, including in the Israeli-occupied Shebaa Farms area, claimed by Beirut, with Syria's verbal backing, but viewed by the United Nations as Syrian territory.

The Syrian president has previously ruled out any demarcation in Shebaa Farms while it is occupied by Israel.

Annan, who had told the Lebanese government earlier that he would press Syria to open diplomatic ties with Lebanon, said Assad had accepted this in principle, but had told him it was a sovereign issue to be worked out with the Beirut authorities.

Syria has long argued the two closely linked neighbors do not need diplomatic ties, prompting Lebanese suspicions that Damascus refuses to acknowledge as fully sovereign the country it dominated until it ended a 29-year troop presence last year.

Annan's spokesman Ahmad Fawzi said the talks with Assad had covered "all tracks of the peace process", referring to Israel's stalled negotiations with Syria and the Palestinians over territory occupied by Israel in the 1967 war.

"Out of this tragedy of war there is a real opportunity for peace that we all must not miss," Annan declared.

European Union foreign ministers were set to push for a revival of Middle East peace efforts with a greater EU role.

Ministers meeting in Finland will study how to leverage their growing military presence as peacekeepers in southern Lebanon to bring about regional talks, which EU foreign policy chief Javier Solana wants to be based on a return to Israel's 1967 borders "plus or minus agreed minor adjustments".

This is anathema to Israel which, with the acquiescence of the United States, wants to retain swathes of Jewish settlements in the West Bank, the Golan Heights and Arab East Jerusalem.
Syria also says it is ready to hold direct peace negotiations with Israel with certain conditions, Syrian Foreign Minister Walid al-Moualem said in an interview published Aug. 30 by the Austrian Press Agency. Al-Moualem set conditions for peace as resolution of the status of the Golan Heights, Shebaa Farms and the West Bank, and complete Israeli withdrawal from southern Lebanon.

David Schenker, in a National Review on Line article entitled, "Syria’s Answer: Bashar Assad has set his country firmly against the interests of peace and civility," tries to preempt European efforts to open a dialogue on regional peace. He claims that Bashar's August 15 speech to Arab Journalists gave a clear answer of "No" to US attempts to make peace. What the US did offer Bashar was a demand to unilaterally disarm. Bashar said "No" to this. The main thrust of his speech, however, was to say "Yes" to land for peace. This has been the consistent demand of both the Syrian foreign minister and Syrian ambassador in Washington. Washington refuses to acknowledge this and insists that Europe refuse as well.

By telling Annan that Syria will respect UN resolution 1701 and stop smuggling illegal arms, Bashar is trying to give Annan a chance to get a European initiated dialogue off the ground. Annan must have given Asad some assurances this would happen. Asad undoubtedly has little faith that the Europeans can deliver, even if they have shouldered new responsibilities in southern Lebanon and claim a willingness to get more involved in regional problems.

But Asad must show a good faith effort not to gum up the works. Chirac made a wide ranging speech a few days ago in which he put the onus on Syria. I understood him to be warning Syria that there was little France or any European power could do to stop the US from getting nasty towards Syria if it didn't make some positive gestures. But he counter-balanced this with his statement that he would be on the side of a comprehensive peace and would meet Asad half way. He said:
"The choice is between a resumption of hostilities, creating a permanent rift between two neighboring peoples, and the political option of a global and lasting settlement," Chirac said.

Painting a bleak picture of the Middle East, he added violence in the region might get out of control unless the peace process was revived.

"Everyone can clearly see that in the Middle East, the fracture lines join up and the crises grow," Chirac said, adding the key issue was the conflict between Israel and the Palestinians.

"Over and above these clashes, there is a bigger danger, that of a divorce between worlds. East against West, Islam against Christianity, rich against poor," Chirac said. "The gamble for peace and security also concerns Iran and Syria," he added, urging Damascus to "abandon its insular mentality."

"[Syria] has the calling to retake its place at the table of nations, respecting the international legality and sovereignty of its neighbors. The Middle East needs Syria to be working actively for peace and stability in the region," he said, adding he wanted a rapid meeting of the "Quartet" of Middle East peace brokers - the US, the UN, the EU and Russia - to look at ways of resuming peace talks.
Europe is gearing up for a major push to apply resolution 242 - land for peace - in the region. "European Union foreign ministers meeting in Finland will study how to leverage their growing military presence as peacekeepers in southern Lebanon to bring about regional talks, which EU foreign policy chief Javier Solana wants to be based on a return to Israel's 1967 borders "plus or minus agreed minor adjustments," writes Reurters.

Many of the realists in both the US and Israel have been calling for just such region-wide negotiations. All Arab heads of state have said they will back land-for-peace and reiterated their support for the Saudi-led peace plan of 2002.

Undoubtedly Annan told Bashar not to be the fly in the ointment as the UN and Europe tries to push forward such a peace initiative. Asad probably told Annan, I will give you some time to see if there are results. Annan then stood up and told reporters that "Asad has accepted 1701." Asad did not say this himself and was silent at Annan's side. We do not know exactly what the quid pro quo was, but we can be sure there was one.

The fear that must haunt Asad is that the US is preparing to stab him in the back. Europe will go to Washington and say something along the lines of - "We will help you place sanctions on Iran, if you back us in settling the Arab-Israeli conflict once and for all."

Washington will give a qualified "yes" because President Bush has insisted that Iran must pay a price for continuing with nuclear development. All the same, Bush and Olmert will scuttle the possibility of land for peace. Washington, however, is willing to allow for a peace process in order to nail Iran. But it will not allow for actual peace on these terms.

If Sryia plays along with this and helps keep the Lebanon front quite and weakens Hizbullah while Iran gets sanctioned, he could end up with nothing and a much weakened alliance. This will be the case if European promises to deliver the Golan go nowhere, as they are likely to.

The notion of giving land back to Syria and a Hamas led Palestinian state is anathema to the Bush White House. They would consider it a defeat, giving in to blackmail, and emboldening Islamo-fascism. They may, however, play along just long enough to get European support against Iran, expecting that any peace initiative on the Arab-Israeli front will founder without considerable American backing and arm twisting.

Asad is in for a tough few months.

He has shown that Syria has teeth. Israeli intelligence has stated that many of the missiles shot into Israel have Syrian serial numbers on them and were made in Syria and not Iran. If this is true, it shows that Syria did play a vital role in helping Hizbullah stand up against the full brunt of the IDF. The LA Times writes:
New postwar intelligence indicates that the militant group Hezbollah had broader access to sophisticated weaponry than was publicly known — including large numbers of medium-range rockets made in Syria, said U.S. and Israeli government officials and military analysts.

The size of the Hezbollah arsenal and the direct role of Syria in supplying it will complicate the daunting task of keeping Hezbollah from rearming, the officials said.


At 9/01/2006 06:03:00 PM, Blogger t_desco said...

Julian Marshall interviews Joshua Landis on
BBC Newshour (begins at 14:25 min). ;-)

At 9/01/2006 07:04:00 PM, Blogger norman said...

Bashar Asad gave Aanan a chance for peace to see what he can do but does not mean that Syria will do nothing if the UN and the EU do nothing to return the Golan Hights,at that time Syria will continue arming Hizballa and claim that they have nothing to do with that.I think he had no choice but to play along ,that is smart for Syria which is used to big speaches with litle work , now they are showing cooperation but can turn at the right time when there is no progress in the peace process.

At 9/01/2006 11:48:00 PM, Blogger Nur-al-Cubicle said...

We are in the Wasteland era of US politics and policies. More immoral foreign policy.-->playing along in deceit.

At 9/02/2006 04:31:00 AM, Blogger Innocent_Criminal said...

i am getting an error with t_desco's link. you can go here and then go to the bottom of the page and click on listen again.

At 9/02/2006 07:41:00 AM, Blogger t_desco said...

Thank you for the correct link, Tarek.

The interview is in the "Newshour 20:00 GMT" segment.

More evidence that the hawks in Washington wanted Israel to attack Syria as well:

New blow for Blair over his policy on Lebanon

TONY BLAIR’S growing isolation was laid bare last night, when it emerged that he ditched his deeply unpopular policy on Lebanon after a “devastating” letter from his most trusted ambassador.

The Times has learnt that the Prime Minister softened his hardline stance on the Lebanon war after Sir David Manning, Britain’s Ambassador to Washington, sent him an impassioned letter bemoaning the failure of British policy.

Britain, which has never played a leading role in Lebanese affairs, was being damaged unnecessarily. Also, Sir David feared that the conflict could grow and that hardliners in the Bush Administration could push Israel to extend its campaign to Syria. Mr Blair was told he must bolster the position of Dr Rice and moderates at the State Department.
The Times

The hardliners seem to have lost, but for how long? The latest speech by the American president wasn't very reassuring in this regard.

At 9/02/2006 08:16:00 AM, Blogger t_desco said...

EU emphasises willingness to talk with Syria and Hamas

Meeting in Laappeenranta, Finland, the EU's foreign ministers agreed to focus on contacts with all the "relevant parties" in the Middle East - even though the US and Israel oppose communication with groups and nations they identify as sponsors of terrorism.

"We will have to speak to everyone, sooner or later," Javier Solana, the EU foreign policy chief, told the assembled ministers behind closed doors.

Many other top officials suggested that the EU also had to improve its ties with Syria - despite resistance from France, because of Damascus' alleged involvement in the assassination of the former Lebanese prime minister Rafiq Hariri, an ally and friend of President Jacques Chirac.

"It is fundamental that we talk to Syria," Miguel Angel Moratinos, Spain's foreign minister, told the FT. He added that engaging Damascus was particularly important because of the presence of European troops in the United Nations force in neighbouring Lebanon.

But even though such a position is winning support among most EU governments, France remains set against any EU-level initiative to engage Syria. "We have talked to Syria before," said a French official. "We have never had any results."
Financial Times

At 9/02/2006 04:38:00 PM, Blogger Innocent_Criminal said...

A Guy's Job
A guy sticks his location,
In a girl's destination,
To increase the population,
For the next generation.
Do you get my explanation?
Or do you need a demonstration?

Young Men
Young Men are delicious,
Healthy, virile and strong,
With smooth skin, a firm fleshy arse,
And hair growing where it belongs.
Somewhere between adolescence and a mid-life crisis,
Young Men are out there looking for fun,
Throughout the passage of time the boy still exists,
In the Young Man, who's another woman's son.
Young Men are extremely sensitive,
And resent being referred to as boys,
They consider themselves quite mature,
Despite a continuing passion for toys,
As yet uncorrupted by the realities of life,
Hopefully Young Men will learn from their mistakes,
And not become negative or disillusioned,
To run without handicap in the Manhood Stakes.
Young Men don't make me feel maternal,
They have far too much Testosterone for that.
I sit poised to strike and observe them,
Like mice being stalked by a cat.
Oh yes, they'd make wonderful playmates,
Packages of tireless energy to be undone,
But guilt overwhelms me when I have thoughts of
With a woman of my own age's son.

Pin-Head Jack
was working on the trawlers up in Gladstone some time back,
When I met this codger who went by the name of Pin-Head Jack.
Nick-names can be descriptive but this one was best of all,
'Cause this guy's head was smaller than a bloody tennis ball.
I wondered how it happened this deformity of his,
'Though it might cause some embarassment if him I was to quiz.
One fisherman I asked said "Sorry mate, it's just too sad",
Whilst others just replied "That bloke is flamin' raving mad".
Curiosity got the best of me I had to know his tale,
And he said that he would tell me, if I purchased him an ale.
I went straight to the nearest bar and bought the man a beer,
And prepared myself to hear the saddest yarn I'd ever hear.

Old Jack lamented sorely of a time he now regrets,
Of the fateful day he once had caught a mermaid in his nets.
At first he thought, You beauty! This should buy me lots of beer,
I could lease her out to Seaworld for a million bucks a year.
I'll buy myself a dozen pubs and every man I'll shout,
I'll be the proudest man in all the world without a doubt.
But the mermaid, still entangled, begged him "Sir, please set me free,
And just to show my gratitude I'll grant you wishes three"
He thought of his encumbent situation, as it were,
he weighed the pros, he weighed the cons, and then replied to her.
"My fishing boat is in a poor delapidated mess,
And I wish I had a new one so my friends I could impress".
It had happened in an instant, ere the second hand struck one,
A brand new spanking trawler was now gleaming in the sun.
Well old Jack was quite astounded, over-awed to say the least,
This was clearly more impressive than his thoughts of hops and yeast.
Then he started thinking money and he opened up his gob'
"Miss, I wish that I were wealthier than Kerry Packer's mob"
And just as had occurred before, 'twas over in a flash,
His brand new fishing boat was now piled high with wads of cash.
He realised with these riches, debts he would no longer care,
But was dumb-struck by her beauty and her flowing locks of hair.
"If I could just make love to you would be my final wish"
"But Sir" she said "I'm just half girl, the other half is fish".
He pondered for a moment on his plight and then he said,
"Well O.K. then, I wish that you'd give me a little head".

Piston --- Broke
He walked into a bar, sat his frame upon a stool,
Said to the barman, "Just give me anything that's cool!
I'll have a Scotch, a Rum, a double Gin and a quart of beer.
I need something to ease the pain, to stop me feeling queer."
The barman put the drinks upon the bar and shook his head,
"This kinda drinkin' will make you sick. You may even wake up dead!"
"Don't talk to me about being dead," the stranger said with a groan,
"I've just got out of hospital and I should be headin' home!
I'll have this jolt and then I'll bolt, but let me tell you what
I should not be drinking this, well, not with what I've got!"
The barman looked sympathetic as he wiped the bar with a mop.
"Gee, I hope it's not too bad," he said, "So tell me what have you got?"
The stranger downed the drinks real fast, said, "Set em up again,
'Tis terrible and it's rotten......Just what I've got, my friend!"
The barman leant much closer, feeling sad and tense.
The stranger belched and said, "What I've FIFTY CENTS"

Private Play
When I was a little boy
Snuggled safe in bed
They said I should play with my soldiers
If I wanted to get ahead
I looked down at my soldiers
Generals and Majors and said
Sod the higher orders
(And I played with my privates instead!)

(subtitled: Points North)
(sub-subtitled: Thanks for the Mammaries)
Oh I wish I had boobs that would wobble
Mine just stay still in one place
In the breast hall of fame
You won't see my name
For my boobs there would be a disgrace
Sure boobs of my size have their merit
They're easy to fit with a bra
And when I go for a dip
You won't see one slip…out
They stay put…just where they are
And I'm not one to seek much attention
So you won't find me strutting about
In a boob tube that's trying
by gravity defying
to leave no room, not even for doubt
But I sure envy big breasted women
I've seen them at parties you know
With all confidence thrust
In their mighty big bust
Entrancing the men as they go
Though I've heard from a big bosomed buddy
That it's not all it's cracked up to be
She says in frustration
"Try to hold conversation
When there's only two things a guy sees"
Now if I paid a few grand to enlarge them
To, say thirty-six b or c
Would they still look so natural
And could I class them as collateral
Sorta like home improvements on me
Now I've not taken this boob thing just lightly
I've done quite a bit of research
As I try to keep abreast
In my mammary quest
I've found there's a bit to be learned
There's questions that need to be answered
Like cleavage, how wide and how deep
I can have nipples bigger
But somehow I figured
That could poke Sweetie's eye in his sleep
Oh, I wish I had boobs that were awesome
I'd buy a bright red bathing suit
On the beach I would run
In slow motion for fun
To show off my best attribute
Now don't think I'd just get them for vanity
There's much I'd aspire to do
I could feed many babies
When I was lactating
And for convenience, I could offer drive-thru
In a t-shirt I'd test air conditioning
They could 'see' if they had it too low
And if I stood outside
My breasts pumped up with pride
Police'd use me to stop traffic flow
Well you can see I've a lot to consider
For the big plunge, I need some more time
So I'll keep you updated
But for now they're just fated
To stay as they are for a while
And there's my sweetie who totally accepts me
For he loves each and every little…bit
He says "stay as you are
You're the most beautiful by far"
As he gazes into my eyes…not my tits

Cold Hard Facts
“Move closer to the wall, my son, and speak into the grille
Confession is the saviour of the soul
If there’s something on your conscience, if you’re feeling weak or ill
Confess... and ye shall once again be whole!
Ask the lord for his salvation, he is waiting for your call”
“I’m afraid I’ve sinned too greatly” said the voice behind the wall.
“Let’s see if I have got it straight - your wife... her name is Liza
She’s inclined to wear her dresses rather short
She was bending over looking for an ice cream in the freezer
When you, behind her, had this lustful thought
She had to lean way over, for she isn’t very tall...”
“And I wanted chocolate brickle” said the voice behind the wall.

“Now, I know you’re newly-married (since you made your vows before us)
But married people often act up thus
It sometimes spoils the pleasure if the sex is too decorous
So I see no reason why to make a fuss
Perhaps your wife objected... did she try to start a brawl?”
“No... I think she rather liked it” said the voice behind the wall.

“Then go, my son, I find no blame... your actions may be kinky
Tell Liza to be careful with her dress
Next time she looks for ice cream to wear something long and slinky
Then her husband will have nothing to confess
We will not throw you out of church... I find no sin at all...”
“Well they threw us out of Woolworths!” said the voice behind the wall.

Mulligan's Missus
Mulligan's missus was big, fat and mean
A cruel and ugly man-killing machine
She's the type of woman you'd be looking for
If you wanted mercenaries for a guerilla war
And if he came home from the pub after six
She'd beat him senseless with her thrashing stick
But he was too scared to leave the old bag
He was much too soft and used to wave the white flag
Well, me and the blokes, from down at the pub
We'd had about enough of the way he'd been clubbed
So we banded together, a vigilante team
And we kept him at the pub until seven-fifteen
We pinned him in the corner though he screamed and kicked
"She'll bash me bloody senseless with her thrashing stick!"
"Just have another beer, Bill, she'll be alright.
All of us blokes are gunna' take you home tonight"
So we piled into Darcy's ute and hit the dirt track
Six clambered in the front and fourteen in the back
And Mulligan was cursin', and screaming he'd be killed
"Then she'll have to kill us all then" we reassured Bill
We pulled up at his house down on Jacaranda Drive
Parked the ute and piled out and headed on inside
We up the pathway to the door, which opened swift and quick
And his missus came out screaming, and swinging that thrashing stick
She looked like a raging mallee bull, ready for the kill
We formed a human barricade in front of poor old Bill
"If you wanna beat your husband up, then you'll have to get on past us!"
"If that's the way it is," she said, "Take this, you pack of bastards!"
And into us she swung that stick, like Bradman with a bat
Old Jacko copped a hiding first and screamed like a dying cat
She thrashed and flogged the lot of us, half had up and run
So I staggered back to Darcy's ute and grabbed his old shotgun
"Just put that bloody stick down now!", I shouted out to her
I'll pull this trigger flamin' quick, if'n you don't concur!"
She dropped the stick, I looked around, and saw I was alone
Everyone, 'cept Mulligan, had fled, through fear, back home
I went to pick that old stick up and break it right in half
But she moved not like a heifer, she moved more like a calf
And kicked me quickly in the guts and grabbed the old shotgun
then said "Get out, you mongrel dog!" and shot me in the bum
Well, you've never seen a man move such, with buckshot in his bum
I near on broke the speed of light, as up the road I run
And the last thing I saw looking back was Mulligan on the ground
Being caned near dead with that big old stick that she'd been wielding 'round
Well the story of that night became a legend in our town
How Mulligan's old missus, knocked twenty of us down
And she's got a thriving business now, wouldn't it make you sick!
She opened a shop and sold our wives a bloody thrashing stick!
So the pub is rather quiet now I think we're still in shock
We have an alarm hooked to the bar, that goes off at six-o'clock
And all us blokes and Mulligan, go screaming for the door
For fear of having to face up to that thrashing stick once more!

The Pontiff’s Eyes
I was in the barber’s shop one day (there’s only one back home)
And I mentioned as he shore me that I planned a trip to Rome
And foolishly I mentioned then that all good catholics hope
To venture to the Vatican and get to meet the Pope.
“What a silly dream” he sniggered. “has religion turned your head?
Go to mass on Sunday morning here and save yourself the bread
There’ll be fifty thousand pilgrims breathing garlic in your ear
And a figure on a balcony you’ll never get to hear...
You’ve been struck with mob hysteria, it’s really made you blind
The rattle of the rosary has eaten out your mind!
You’ll strut around the pubs back home and every day you’ll skite
How you saw some dim Italian and you thought his coat was white.”
Well he nicked me with the razor, and he would have whinged some more
But I pushed his money at him and I bolted out the door
And, in spite of what he told me, and however strange it looked
I reckoned I would go to Rome - I had the ticket booked
So I went. And I enjoyed myself... a real fantastic trip
And on return I sought the barber’s chair to risk another clip.
“Ha! here’s the great world-traveller!” he chortled with a bow
“He’s been to see the Pope, you know... he’s much more righteous now!
How did you find his eminence? Come on, don’t leave us guessing...
Tell all your wretched barmates how you earned the papal blessing!”

So I said “It might sound boastful and a trifle trite to you
But I went to see the Vatican, and I met the pontiff, too
I know it sounds unlikely, but he saw me standing there
Me! Of all the thousands packed into St Peter’s square!
And his piercing eyes dwelt on me, I couldn’t turn away
While he spread his holy benison and murmured “Let us pray...”
Well, we said our pater nostras and the crowd began to rise
When again I felt the focus of the holy pontiff’s eyes
And I stiffened to attention... if I started to relax
That fiery gaze burnt into me and stopped me in my tracks!

The crowd before me parted like the billows of the sea
And I realised his holiness was walking straight to me!
He checked his progress now and then, some sinner to embrace
But his point of concentration never shifted from my face.
I sank upon the cobblestones... my breath began to wheeze
A little pool of water formed around my quaking knees...
This is no idle fantasy... ten thousand people saw me...
The holy prince of christendom came down and stood before me!
And he placed his hands upon my head and said (I kid you not)
“What a rotten bloody haircut... that barber should be shot!”

At 9/02/2006 04:41:00 PM, Blogger Innocent_Criminal said...

I am in desperate need for a big huge cock to enter my asshole. I have the grease warmed up to help you get it fast and deep. Afterward I will suck your big dick really hard and clean it up thoroughly from that oozing shit that is stuck on it. If you are interested click on my profile and email me. My real name is Innocent Criminal, my last name I am not sure, my mother was fucked by 6 men when I was born. I guess you may call me bastard, that is my last name, it is my family name, I am not so proud of this name for sure.. Well now you have it, I am out of the closet and I am the big fagot, an Innocent Criminal would like to think. Although I am in fact a guilty Criminal AID spreader that have caused the death of Millions of being.

At 9/02/2006 04:42:00 PM, Blogger Innoceent-Criminal Scum said...

You asshole Innocent Criminal, you were honest letting me know that. You were honest about the AID thing and that is a relief, glad for that protection WOOOHHH. But you JERK, why did you lie to me about STD questions before you rammed my 12 incher hot, thick and drippy dick into your oozing shit filled asshole. Now my STD Doctor is saying that I have the CRAB, Clymedia and HPV you JERK. Are you going to pay for my medical bills and all the treatments costs from your $200 monthly wage, are you. What really piss me off is that you charged me for that fuck. Now, I am fuming mad, that to get into your oozing shit filled asshole to have little fun for my 12 incher hot, thick and drippy dick, it coasted me Two Fucking Dollars, JERK. You should be paying me couple of hundreds for that ramming action that you enjoyed so much, you were fucking swallowing the toilet bowl for Mary’s sake.

At 9/02/2006 04:42:00 PM, Blogger Amsterdam Fagot with BIG unit said...

Innocent Criminal is a slime of a fagot, a total fraud. I met him at “Club Rouge in Amsterdam”, I thought he is sophisticated since he told me that he is a Lebanese fagot, son of a wealthy Middle Eastern businessman and that he is in the fashion business for cover, selling his ass for several Arab sheikh in Dubai. My suspicion that he is a liar and a fake was from the start. I got my first hint when he could not pay for the last drink he ordered at the bar and left no tip for the waiter. I had to cover for him and he promised me fun night. Making the story short, what a disappointment, he was not the sophisticated Lebanese he said he is but a peasant, in fact a poor minority Syrian from boon dog village near Tartous area. His dad was not the wealthy businessman, but a clerk who does not even know how to sign his name, he just ink his thumb and press for proof of signature. That fashion design business, turned out to be a stolen identity and so as the picture he is showing on his blog. His fantasy of being in the limelight, he fantasizes about this every waking and sleeping hour. The looser working as gas station attendant in one of Amsterdam seedy neighborhood in the morning and spend most of his evening club hopping to sell his ass for small petty cash.

You run into those every now and then. Next time, learn from your experience when you bar hop in Amsterdam gay bars. If someone can’t pay a tip at the bar, get a clue dammed, don’t be scammed like me.


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