JULIA

         ‘... Yeah, I’m like you… And Kylie… And Hot Legs… But don’t you worry, you’ll have no trouble with me,’ she said, taking another drag. ‘I know what you mean when you say you don’t belong in the world of today… I feel it on my own. It’s hard to adapt… Relationships… love and compatibility… Well, all that’s a hit-or-miss, you can’t make it work like shitheads out there say… You gotta work on a relationship, it’s shit ’n’ nothing else but shit.’
‘You’re beautiful… You really are,’ I said, drowning my infatuation in scotch.
‘You think? Thank you… Looks like we would have made a killer couple,’ she smiled. ‘But don’t you feel sorry for finding real love in a world so fake… If anyone knows how scarce that is, that’s me… It’s rare as fucking mink, baby… I could bore you senseless with occasions.
‘That’s why I keep away from the so-called commitment, ’cause it’s all bullshit. Not mine, theirs. Today, commitment’s just a means to a sleazy end. They use cheap words to lay some tramps… That’s all fuckers out there know. They start talkin’, they start lyin’… and that’s where I detach… That’s if I ever were attached in the first place. Haven’t been in years,’ she smiled. ‘Till I’ve learned to deal with what’s out there today… So yeah, God knows we have every reason to hate this world we live in. It’s all fake, all bullshit… It makes me vomit.
‘But you, you were lucky enough to taste real, sacred love in this world. God knows you can’t give the world the slip forever… It will eventually get in the way. And when it comes to putting up a fight, a goddamn war for love, there comes a moment when you come to blows with everything, a moment when you’re at odds with yourself… Do you fight or do you give up on it? Do you keep punching for that tiny bit of good still left in the world, or do you give in to the hands of hell and settle for somthin’ common, somethin’ up every street today?’
        ‘Heaven knows what lies ahead, but luck has it there’s also pleasure in this world… Like here, with you… The thrill of the touch, the pleasure of the flesh, the rapture of the mind… My rhythm swayin’, your touch quenchin’… All knellin’ the pain... as my senses are on the verge, as my body’s ready to give in… There really ain’t no words close to that kind of feelin’.’