A prairie rose is hard to find. One must venture into tornado country. by ꜱᴜᴢʏ ʙᴇʀʟɪɴꜱᴋʏ

Oct 2017

A prairie rose is hard to find. One must venture into tornado country.

All my chances are sandwiched as the plies of plywood. Luck will have me, she'll be of certain bend: a ***** named Chung or Hoa or any number of gooky names.

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ꜱᴜᴢʏ ʙᴇʀʟɪɴꜱᴋʏ Simpang Bedok, Singapore

(Simpang Bedok, Singapore)

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