Sunday, June 19, 2016

Man I love yacht rock, nothing better to set the mood for a romantic night than a little glen fry, billy ocean, or anything written by Diane Warren. Man the temperature is hot. And I am glad that I belong to the city, I belong to the night, living in a river of darkness beneath the neon lights, you were born in the city, concrete under my feet. Man I am tough...

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