Comment what you are thinking right now.

You know, there is a thing in Russian criminal movies: they put a heating iron on the victim's chest. But, like, life isn't a movie: the heart and lungs collapse much faster than you want to. It's much more fun to put in on the belly. You can't eat in that room for sure, but we all sacrifice something. Even better - put it on genitals first, then move to th belly. Just make sure you can wake it up, some can't handle.
Idk, you asked for a random thought.

One more random thought, since I have nothing to do... Sometimes you travel easter Europe and you face those prostitute lines. Like, it can be a kilometer long line, and you drive slowly, and your taxi driver comments on each girl like he fucked her. And when you finally pick up, you feel that scream from her colleagues: "I could do better, man!" The scream is getting even more wild when they see your fashionable jacket rather than a beer belly and a hairy cunt around your mouth, but we are getting off-topic.
When you get a puta (I hope it's an international word understood by everyone) in the east, you normally have two options - your hotel or her place. And your hotel might be problematic really, because they "hold high moral standards" (+50 bucks plus they can charge cleaning). So there is more than one reason to go to her place (unless you are pussy who is worri dof your kidneys and repulsed of ice bath). So, when you visit these places, you always want to cry. Sometimes, because an old Depeche Mode is playing on vynil. Or when she has 4 kids, and 2 younger ones are happy with s chocolate you brought, while the 2 older ones are checking you pockets for a dose. Like, life is a spectrum, idk what I wanted to share. What is this thread about, dude?