The Grand Hotel Wien on the CIA's account seemed a good place to rest and generate a plan.
It was a plush place.
A little over the top.
But I wasn't paying for it.
So I intended to enjoy it.
Max got the room next to mine.
Edward, Victoria, fuck it could have been decorated in the Frank period for all I knew.
I'd trash the place, that's all I knew.
'You only trash the place if you have an orgy,' said Jack, who was happy we had found a base.
I told him that from my bay windows, with satin curtains, I could see a festival below.
'That's fucking Mardi Gra,' said Jack.
It looked more like some coquettish European ritual of covering your face with a mask, any excuse to act the maggot and let all inhibitions down as you groped your way through the horny crowd intent of fucking as many strangers as they can during the Bachanalianesque festival.
It was a plush place.
A little over the top.
But I wasn't paying for it.
So I intended to enjoy it.
Max got the room next to mine.
Edward, Victoria, fuck it could have been decorated in the Frank period for all I knew.
I'd trash the place, that's all I knew.
'You only trash the place if you have an orgy,' said Jack, who was happy we had found a base.
I told him that from my bay windows, with satin curtains, I could see a festival below.
'That's fucking Mardi Gra,' said Jack.
It looked more like some coquettish European ritual of covering your face with a mask, any excuse to act the maggot and let all inhibitions down as you groped your way through the horny crowd intent of fucking as many strangers as they can during the Bachanalianesque festival.
