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yes, deep fried, of course.

it’s not possible to think of history while thinking of chops. especially mutton chops. and...

“what’s your name?” i asked the young boy sitting casually on his mule, the...

she wasn’t very tall, had a slight figure, hair in a bun, a pleasant expression, nothing...

Posted by indrani robbins | Jul 5, 2017 | indi |

i won’t start singing but hoisting that umbrella over my head and dashing out onto the...

i don’t know what exactly is art, but if it’s something that makes you stop, stare,...