Confession of go-go boy (Part 1)

I think the turning point was working at the Savoy Club; dressed from head to toe in Dolce Gabbana (how soon ratings will go down?...) chances to meet in the toilet (no, not that type of meets) will bring me to parties and clubs in London. I'm not sure how it all happened when the line between reality, which can be said to be my "normal" life and this fancy one, was drawn.

As I was lying there on the floor, as I was vomiting in the toilet, I realized that using cristal and on top coke was enough to make the Colombian drug baron crash. What made the situation worse was the fact that I was on the floor in the bathroom, which looked like a scene from a Trainspotting movie. Just after emptying my bowels a hundred times, I heard someone saying it was time to go - only then I realized that there were people in the bathroom besides me, and when I looked around, which one could wipe my forehead, I realized I was wearing red PVC and a chain skirt in company with two of London's most famous transvestites ready for a spectacular Halloween performance of which we were the centrepiece. We were late for the show with our "show" program and the reason for being late - I was like a truffle pig full of drugs that I ate before entering the stage.

Watching from the side, I looked like from porn movie about Cleopatra with a guy dressed like a Draculas woman wiping sweat from my forehead.. Let's say we got up on stage and we did well enough. We were a good team.

I came to play with talented and beautiful creatures from that world - and for me, that was just the beginning ...

P.S. This story is fiction. I had the inspiration to write something different. I hope you enjoyed. Soon will come second part :)

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