The City Centre in my Tourism
Farewell again! I am missing for sometime but however I am returning for the jazz and am making some adventures while I am back in Cork with my desires for swimming. I stayed this time in the floating hostel and avoided the party station where the busses meet. I am wondering if there is jazz there and a man is telling me that the only jazz there is in the toilet made by men with strange instruments he is calling horns. Cool.
I am investigating the swimming areas in the city centre and am finding one in the middle of the large street approximately 50 metres from the local library where there is no books on sex. I am also using in my time in Cork to speak to the peoples because the last times I am only speaking to the German family in my hostel. I am lucky today because there are many peoples, how knows maybe I will have a threesome.
In my tourism I am deciding to enter the swimming area and even though I am not liking the Germans I feel have prepared very well with my floatation equipment. I have not made out a schedule for my adventure with the time for me to return to the hostel for the safety of the coldness but hey I am Vank Van Oofer…a crazy man 100%.
When I am next to the swimming area however I feel that the food which has been in people’s stomach once already is not good for me in the water. There is also much coca-cola in the water but it smells like a toilet and I am thinking maybe no entry today, I don’t feel too good. Maybe I will just speak to people about freedoms and sex.
In the restaurant called Hilly Billy’s there is a waitress who is looking at me because maybe I think she is thinking she would like a threesome with me. I ask her if she would like to do this and she is laughing at myself. I eat everything including the bag and begin my punishment exercises to push the food into my head and also to make me warm in my pants.
I am trying a few different rest areas near the swimming area to find some people who would maybe like to join me in my tourism and experience the freedoms. I talk to girls but it seems that in Cork the girls do not like the appearance of me. I am asking them if they would like to help me to discover their beauty but all the time there is laughing. My t-shirt trick is not working with them.
For me freedom is serious, you people are not listening to me but laughing all the time. Sure, there is a time to be crazy but today I am demonstrating that it is not always the time to be crazy. For Cork peoples they are needing to see how typical is the life of Vank in my country. I think they need to come to Amsterdam and visit me. What about all of you at my place for New Year’s Eve? You can buy hash here. Hope to see you all soon.