Reminiscing of your twists and turns, your back ends and your alleyways. Pebble-stoned grounds and pottery plants all over. Graffiti on the yellowing walls, rumbling from the motos echoing in the archways. You were a hot mess and I loved … Continue reading
Reminiscing of your twists and turns, your back ends and your alleyways. Pebble-stoned grounds and pottery plants all over. Graffiti on the yellowing walls, rumbling from the motos echoing in the archways. You were a hot mess and I loved … Continue reading
