Fuck me now, love me later

I guess people in Berlin thse days must be a bit depressed. I can understand why because we had such a beautiful April that nobody believes we have storms in June. Last week-end, I even thought of putting back the heating. So the result of that situation is : party. And to make you decide, the choice of the title makes no doubt “Fuck me now, love me later” at the Arena or “Fuck me like a whore” at the new Suicide Circus Suicide circus where I have to go to. I’d be surprised to see that on the dance floor. But tonight is dinner at home and then probably, like almost everyday this week, the last drinks at Bariton's.