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are you russian? or, like, of russian descent?

the bath bombs are pretty cute! sparkly deluxe citrus extravaganza, that's what they call them. but it's better than it sounds.

got russians on both sides, yeah

I figured. Anastacia isn't exactly the most common girl's name of the bunch.

it's pretty, though. elegant.

you think so? honestly, i think it sounds sort of 18th century. or, ugh, like some old babushka.

but thanks. :)

hey, don't diss the 18th century, they had revolutions and shit, we like that stuff.

do we? i guess we do. women, generally speaking.

because we need them. like burning. the revolutions.

yeah? what would you change?

PRIORITIZED LIST:

power dynamics between the sexes.
racial mistreatment, inequality and discrimination.
economic distribution between classes and the sexes.
treatment of heteronormative non-conforming and genderqueer individuals.

you know, i think if we started out with 1) and 3), there's a chance we'd nail the others as we went along.

you know, princess...

I think you're completely spot fucking on.

why, thank you! now i kind of want to wear my own tiara, just to keep you in the clear.

I've worn the one you gave me. once.

don't ask.

really? oh god, i'm so sorry about that - i knew the moment you came in... but now i really want to know, though. are you sure i can't ask?

you can always try. go ahead. try me.

don't mind if i do! where did you wear it?

this place I frequent, Rosebud. I showed up with that stupid thing on my head in the middle of jazz hour. you should have seen the look on those hipster-dyke faces. they thought I'd finally lost my fucking marbles. but whatever, the fake crystals went super well with my leather jacket and grey tie.

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oh! oh, i wish i'd been there, i bet you looked

um

um, but how's the crew at rosebud these days? are they still sort of... i don't know how to explain it but... sort of endemic to luxembourg city? like, exactly as you'd expect of a crowd in this place. exactly so.

I looked fucking ridiculous. but fucking amazing.

it's exactly that, yeah. all that shit. rich married ladies, young hipster girls who think swaying their heads to the resident jazz singer's crooning counts for dancing, the boring side of lipsticks everywhere, no activism, no drive. narrow-mindedness and the wrong kind of intimacy.

you've been?

once, yes. it didn't feel any different from my usual social circles so i didn't return - i mean, what's the point, right? it just felt really incidental. all these ladies and they didn't seem to care anymore than anyone else i knew and i kind of hadn't expected that at all.

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