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Hello and welcome to Cabaret Desire.

It is my immense pleasure

to offer each and every one of you a very special evening full of passion,

live music, dance... and erotic readings...

Our poets will seduce and delight you

and much more...

In exchange for a symbolic token,

they will undress their souls

and reveal their most provocative persona,

Tonight, they are all for sale!

Please choose whoever entices you ...

and above all, enjoy the show!

Hi, how are you?

Very well, and you?

Good... It's your first time here?

Yeah, it's my first time...

Excellent!

Do you have my payment?

Take it, yeah? Yes.

Ok. Thanks.

I'm tired of having to define myself.

Sweet or savory, black or white,

friend or lover, man or woman,

dominating or submissive,

saint or whore...

... Fuck everything having to be labeled and classified.

It all started last spring, when Alex and Alex

showed up a few days apart at my bar.

I don't usually get involved with clients,

but as fate would have it, I really liked both of them...

opposite sexes but with the same name!

Perhaps that is precisely what turned me on...

After eavesdropping for a while,

I introduced myself and between one drink and another

I served up my infallible specialty: the "Kalashnikov".

Call it plain mischief or just "playing the game",

but the truth is, that little shot of vodka

with lemon, coffee and sugar

got them more than a little bit excited...

It was incredible how well we got on

and what great conversations we had.

It was getting late,

but I wanted to make sure the night would go on further.

Finally, it ended with an exchange of phone numbers...

emails, facebook...

we were getting it on, no doubt.

Obviously we made another date,

but this time during daylight hours,

a sure sign that things were getting serious...

I loved the simultaneous relationship with my two Alexes

- so easy to repeat scenarios and moments.

One thing led to another, and as you can imagine,

we ended up having an affair.

And it was good, damn good...

Two lovers,

two flavors,

two smells.

This intensity lasted for months...

But all good things must come to an end.

(At least that's what they say).

Jealousy reared its ugly head.

And the fact that they both had the same name

only made matters worse.

They both started to ask me uncomfortable questions, and began to stop by unannounced at the bar,

or at my other regular spots...

Spontaneity! They said.

Controlling, I thought.

In the end, what had to happen, happened.

One afternoon there we were, the three of us,

the three of us would have ended up fucking

If instead of real life this was a French indie film,

the three of us would have ended up fucking

and living happily ever after as a trio.

And though that proposal did cross my mind,

I finally decided that it was far better to keep my mouth shut.

The fight, if you can call it that, was very civilized.

Both Alexes were in agreement about one thing:

neither wanted things to continue as is.

So, I had to choose between them:

"Are you gay or straight?" they asked me!

"Make up your damn mind Sofia".

They gave me a few days to think it over

(how generous).

Meanwhile, they both decided without consulting me

that I couldn't meet up with either of them.

"Time to reflect" they called it.

So, I did just that.

What they failed to understand is

that if you put too much pressure on Sofia, she's out. You lose.

Now my new love is this beauty.

Which

by the way, I have named... Alex.

- Hello - Hello

Will you tell us a story?

- I'd love to. - How much will that cost?

Two chips.

Thank you, what's your name?

- My name is Tania. - Tennessee.

- Pleasure. - Mine. And you?

- I'm Juan. - Nice to meet you, Juan.

Are you ready?

No one, man or woman, ever fucked with my mother.

She was the most progressive, refined,

libertine and sensual woman any one had ever seen.

Her family left her a small inheritance

and she used it to become the youngest

and most brilliant art historian in the country.

She was a real revolutionary,

everything about her, from the way she dressed,

to her paintings

, and her decision to become a single mother

went against the grain, and she knew it.

Her decision to have me alone showed

her conviction to the counter culture.

Everything I know came from her,

extensive knowledge of modern art,

my love of chamber music,

my ability to tell a true Faberge Egg

from a forgery in about 5 seconds,

the writing of Anaïs Nin and D.H. Lawrence, to name a few,

and the simple fact that I was regularly eating, savoring really,

fine beluga caviar before my tenth birthday.

I owe it all to her.

Having her, as a mother was fascinating,

almost delirious at times,

my life was nothing like my friends'.

For one thing, I never knew my father.

There were never any men around;

she was so discrete, almost secretive.

She was the kind of person who rarely spoke.

She always used to say,

"You have two ears, but just one mouth for a reason.

You should speak half as much as you listen."

Her penchant for silence was far from accidental,

it wasn't just that she was a private person;

my mother had a lot to keep quiet about.

In fact, her livelihood depended on our ability to keep our mouths shut.

Few people ever knew about it, but my mother was a thief.

Not a common burglar though, she didn't knock off banks, or pick pockets

or break into rich people's houses, she was an art thief.

She stole one-of-a-kind pieces from deco jewelry

to paintings from the Renaissance and the Modernists.

And she especially loved incredibly

old first editions from her favorite authors.

There was nothing she couldn't find and acquire,

her intelligence, and her training in art history,

made her the best there ever was,

if she wanted something, it was hers.

There was one thing that made her a legend.

She never spoke of it,

but it's said that Interpol nearly had her once,

but the detective handling the case fell in love

and they had an affair, before she vanished.

There were always rumors about important men,

the Director of the Louvre,

a famous art restorer at the Prado,

private collectors,

curiously enough,

they all ended with something incredibly valuable missing,

and more often than not, it wasn't even reported to the police.

But of all her adventures,

there was one that she considered her masterpiece,

one story that she told with more vigor,

pride and excitement than all the others,

she called it her "best work",

and it was funny

because it was never clear just what she had stolen

or what made it so special.

All I really know about that particular, and in her words "ambitious" caper is the mark:

Karl Razmann,

the famous novelist and playwright

who revolutionized the entire world

with his experimental works on sexuality, seduction and equality of the sexes.

She had all of his work;

it comprised almost one-fourth of her extensive library.

She often spoke of him, in fact,

and always with the most sincere

and profound intellectual admiration. I would listen intently trying so hard not to ask questions,

but always asking too many

and causing her to snap out of it and change the subject...

I was always suspicious that it was more than just a simple robbery,

especially after Razmann wrote a best-selling novel

whose protagonist mysteriously resembled my mother.

But neither the novel, nor my mother ever revealed exactly

what precious object she stole from him that day.

Of course, in the end I figured it out, after years of stalking around the house

looking for some hidden object,

it finally came to me,

there wasn't any mysterious treasure hiding around the corner,

as it turned out, the thing she stole,

her greatest work, was me.

one of our most exciting poets. Please sit down.

Hello I'm so pleased to introduce you to Simone,

- Good Evening. Three please. - Three?

I always thought that when I turned 30, I'd be an adult,

living the life I'd always fantasized about...

...the one that was created when we were little girls.

A beautiful home, two kids, a dog,

a fulfilling career, a handsome and adoring husband.

It's funny how life plays its course.

Our white picket fantasies that seem so clear as little girls,

change and transform as we become more who we truly are.

As the years pass by,

my best friends and I have lived through many things together.

Wir haben Abkommen geschlossen,

Made little pacts to support and pique our every desire.

Every birthday has become a sort of showcase of sexual playthings.

A few days ago I turned 30 and have to confess,

I was intensely curious to know what mischief

my friends had dreamed up for me this year...

Amongst giggles and champagne and that perfect easiness

you have with best friends,

they pulled out an envelope.

Inside was a card with a phone number on it.

That's it.

Call this number at 6pm on Friday, was all they said.

however, after a few glasses of champagne Patrick did let it slip

that the other end of this phone line was not completely unknown...

and become more ballsy...

Friday I was a mushy mess of excitement and nervousness.

But I called.

A male voice said: I'll pick you up at in an hour.

Be ready. Don't make me wait.

Who was that? Damn, he had a sexy voice...

But the main question was:

what the hell was I supposed to wear

if I didn't know where I was going or with whom?

Six outfit changes later and I opt for sexy.

When in doubt: heels, leather, but with a tinge of femininity...

I was just about to lose myself in a little fantasy

when the doorbell rang, jolting me into reality

and causing me to go all weak-kneed and school girlish again.

A black motorcycle,

a blindfold,

a hard bodied man, and oh yes, my friends know me oh too well...

I tried to conceal the fact that I was so wet

I practically was sliding off the seat,

but the bike's vibration wasn't helping this...

I think the driver could feel my legs trembling,

pressed against his hips.

The ride could have been 5 minutes or 30,

I couldn't gauge,

but by the time we arrived and he told me to go inside,

I was practically dizzy with anticipation.

This has to be some sort of elaborate ruse.

I'll go in and all my friends

wil be there for my surprise party!

I hope they invited the guy on the motorcycle,

if he looks half as good as he felt, I'd be happy...

Ok, a surprise party with scantily clad angels or what?

My friends do know that I've always been curious about that...

and Patrick did say that I needed to become more daring...

A bed - in the clouds.

Ok, where are the angels?

...This is strange. Did I go into the wrong room?

Am I early for my own party?

Or am I just imagining that I'm seeing the silhouette

of a gorgeous man or what?

Matisse. Please tell me this is not a dream!

How did they manage to convince him?

I've been on to him for months.

And as if all this wasn't wild enough,

he actually leans in and whispers to me:

- Now I can finally taste that sweat of yours.

- I know you've been watching me sweat; now I want to make you sweat.

"Ich weib, dass du mich schwitzen gesehen hast,

God, he tastes better than I could ever imagine.

Or how in the world did they lure him here?

Anyway lucky me!

30, yes, here's to being 30!

I'm going to tel you a story, but first...

After 15 minutes of walking in high heels

that were too high and too new,

her feet were killing her.

God, I am so uncomfortable!

And this dress is too short,

And this dress is too short,vvv

I don't feel right...

Do I really have to try so hard to impress?

Couldn't I just have worn something more me?

that's what I look like...

Couldn't I just have worn something more me?

riding bicycle in this heat...

Someone who is dumb enough to go on a date

riding bicycle in this heat...

Ok, what we had was good... oof, damn good...

But, it's not going to go anywhere,

it was just amazing sex for a few days over a year ago...

Couldn't I just have worn something more me?

Older than me, divorced with a kid, such a bad idea...

why the hell did I say yes?

What I'm doing...?

It's been over a year since we've seen each other,

I don't even know where to start ¡?...

Man, why do I always complicate my life like this?

I can't even remember how old she is.

Maybe I should just buy one of those cupcakes

and eat it alone and skip the date...

problem solved...

We just locked ourselves in that apartment for three days straight

und ich kann mich nicht mal an die einfachsten Sachen erinnern ...

and went for it.

Oof, damn... what should I do? What am I doing?

What if he doesn't want anything serious?

What if I don't want a relationship right now?

and went for it.

I just can't remember the first thing about her...

This restaurant is rank,

sushi joint right by my place?

with this ridiculous outfit

...and a tie?? Nice going.

OK, you gotta chill man...

please...just... TRY to have a good time And be yourself, riiiiight??

Oh man, I always arrive first,

just what I was hoping wouldn't happen...

This guy is going to show up, right?

That would be the icing on the cake... let me tell you.

Great... just what I needed, a flat fucking tire...

Another glass, sure why not...

at least I'll be in a good mood when he arrives...

depending on how long he takes... or stumbling drunk...

And now of course I'm going to be late, such an idiot...

Oh my gosh, not even a message, nothing.

He's not coming, you'll see...

Typical me, always messing things up.

Well, I'm polishing off a bottle of Champagne all alone, great!

Ok, that's enough, I'm going...

this guy is making such a fool out of me...

I look fucking hot and I'm going to call Marie to go out...

I'm going to the bathroom and I'm outta here...

Ah... She's not here,

she didn't come... Or she came and she left...???

Ah shit... I lost her again... for the second time.

You know that moment on the terrace, I was a tangled mess;

it was all so smooth,

and we were so comfortable, we were great together....

And I.... felt something...

That was the moment to speak,v

to say something... anything,

like... "stay,... be with me,

I want you... I..."

but I just sat there, ate and kept my mouth shut,

didn't say a Word. Nothing.

Way to go... all wrong.

Dammit, when will I learn!