New York: one woman, one terrace, twelve seasons.
There is something intrinsically unfair about posting red (they are red, not black) olived martini pictures on a Friday morning after a lonely Thursday night and just before a warm, cozy and delightful week-end. It's... How would I say it? Torture?
You like it, :-)
I'll never admit it publicly!
Um...
There is something intrinsically unfair about posting red (they are red, not black) olived martini pictures on a Friday morning after a lonely Thursday night and just before a warm, cozy and delightful week-end. It's... How would I say it? Torture?
ReplyDeleteYou like it, :-)
ReplyDeleteI'll never admit it publicly!
ReplyDeleteUm...
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