As she puts the glass back on the bar and looks at me she says, You lost something. I do not know why or how you lost it, but you lost your real power that you pretend you do not possess. Your hiding from your self, but you know you lost your balls. She nonchalantly calls to the bartender who is very familiar with her to give her another Gin and club soda. She turns towards me again powerfully.
Now such as in such moments, it is as if she is channeling while seeing through me and into the concealed forgotten chambers of the depths of my soul. Now she has a hold of a deep subline hidden corner of my soul, of a mysterious bardo depths of such consequence.
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Been there. Bartenders know what to say. You must know how to listen. Peace