“On a perfect summer’s night, it’s a place of priceless memory”
Like you a little I’m so weird. You see, I also enjoy some scents that I must hate as an organic human being. In the same way that my mother loves the smell of container trucks, which evokes fond childhood memories, I enjoy the smell of exhaust fumes coming from the back of a small …
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