Yellow Pony Pop
Sunday, October 28, 2012
There's no place that feels like home....
I'm pretty sure there's a prostitute living above me. I'm now fascinated with her life. The stringy, dyed hair and mullet-ed men smiling happily at her on the balcony. such a weird life.
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