I know there are things called Beauty Farms, but I’m not sure about Beauty Marinas. Not that it matters, though. I’m in one anyway. I will get some brand new features, and I’m looking forward to it!
I already have my glasses removed. I’ll get one of those modern things, without a midsection.
I also get my face repaired. And my make-up will get a touch-up. Oh, I will look so stunning again, after all this is done…!
They will change some of my body parts as well, a nip here, and a tuck there. Something I’m NOT looking forward to. I hope it is not too painfull. Yes, I know: No Pain, No Gain.
And although I’m not on my own here, in this part of the marina, I won’t get any support of my neighbours. The one to my left (you can’t see him on the pictures above), he’s Greek and doesn’t (want to) speak any English. The one to my right is a grumpy old bastard, who thinks he’s posh, because he has a satelite dome, and solar panels. To his right you have the four harlots, who go out with everybody and anybody. Not exactly ‘our kind of people’.
Luckily I do get all the support from Magda and Lawrance, and I know even my first owners think of me.