To one of my neighbours I always talk about another crazy neighbour who they took to the court, and also about whether the common door is properly closed at night (no concierge). To another about her kids, pets, small jobs and also rumours about all other neighbours. To the third one about when we should make a party (never made it though), to another about what he did with those two ladies that I saw him with entering his apartment last night. To my numerous neighbours next door I chat about whatever is on my mind at the moment. To the concierge about my cleaning lady. To the musician in the street about music. To the restaurant owners at my street about how occupied I am (to justify my not coming in). At parties I start from my origin, and just try to shut me up.
Well, all above mentioned, except for concierge and cleaning lady, I have no idea what their names are.
I guess i’m sticking with the weather
Valores you are one crazy beautiful shemale.