It was late spring, in the city. The streets had turned into a pulsing sea of stranglers, swashbucklers, drunken sycophants, rich mistress and disillusioned swaggerers. We had paid the bouncer (quite … la suite →
Sans Saveur Ni Odeurmllem wrote 1 year ago: It was late spring, in the city. The streets had turned into a pulsing sea of stranglers, swashbuckl … more →