“But Paris was a very old city and we were young and nothing was simple there, not even poverty, nor sudden money, nor the moonlight, nor right and wrong nor the breathing of someone who lay beside you in the moonlight.”
E. Hemingway.
"París era una fiesta"
Friday, 2 October 2015
Cabaret privado
El día termina con Silvio, como debe ser, porque sólo Silvio es lo suficientemente bueno para dos Electras pelinegras muy sueltas de madrina.
Más de esto, padre Odín.
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