One last message: for the friends who may be stopping by, I've started a vanilla blog of my adventures. In French.
Anyhoo, given that I wish to maintain the Chinese wall between my fictional and real self, those of you who would want to read about my new life as an expat in an exotic, winterless country can write to me through here.
Kissies,
Gargoyle Toes
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While walking through Bucharest's Red Light district, I fell upon a passed-out little green creature in a strangely rodent-free alley. He had apparently been tossed out of a zoo-necrophiliac tranny bar for being too gross. I brought him back home to Montréal and he turned out to be an adequate, if pathologically flatulent, little companion. These are his stories.
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Get in touch, you old git!
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