Dark Magic From A Friend

My mother’s friends are as strange as she is. She introduced me to one of the many friendships she keeps. Her friend had nowhere to stay then, so she hosted her at our house. From two women, we became three. And there was no shortage of couscous, accompanied by coffee. My mother’s friend is strange.Συνεχίστε να διαβάζετε «Dark Magic From A Friend».

The Opposite Balcony

I have lived a long time in this apartment. It is my personal space, my sacred space. I usually gather my friends for a beer, to watch a game, or to hang out. My apartment became a meeting place for my scumbag brothers in life, as we usually say among ourselves. I wouldn’t say thatΣυνεχίστε να διαβάζετε «The Opposite Balcony».