For a while I had a commute through the city centre. At first I was excited to stop and have meals at all the various interesting and fancy looking places to eat but I quickly found out that the food was terrible everywhere.
I started to see these food places for what they were. They were like bad school cafeterias, except for adults and much more expensive. I wondered what the people who came to these places were thinking. They were either fellow commuters like me, or they were coffee drinkers that ate nothing except for a tiny nutty cake. Bleh.
Then I found the secret menu. Or rather, it found me. A beautiful woman with long blonde hair, big lips and huge tits saw me scraping slimy mayonnaise off a sandwich one day and I don't know why, but she took a liking to me. She showed me a different side to the city centre and told me about the REAL places to eat. Places that didn't advertise themselves so much.
These places had good honest menus. No cafeteria stuff, condiment bottles on the tables instead of tiny plastic sachets that cost extra, tender steak served well done only, booth seating as opposed to pokey wobbly tables placed too close to each other, no coffee stench or machine noises, slices of real cake for dessert with strawberries, fizzy drinks specially made without artificial sweeteners. The ladies working at these places were just like the woman who found me and became very fond of me, treating me very well every time I visited their places to eat. They always gave me a kiss and lovely squishy hugs too!
My commute became pleasurable instead of miserable. I looked forward to it instead of a chore I had to do in everyday life.
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