

AppleRats... I hate rats. It's the first thing that comes in mind when I wake up in dirty alley in New York Downtown. I'm laying in the back of Joey's Bar. Joey's is my favourite bar of all bars in N.Y, not too fancy, not too slease. It's runned by few wannabe mafioso's. Nothing big, just beverage smuggling and small time crookery. I'm still laying down on street, thinking what the hell happened last night. Actually I don't care, I just stand up and straighten my trench coat, which is filled with stains of my own blood. I'm so happy that I don't have to see myself right now. I feel like hammered shit, I light up a smoke and start limping towards tApple
I hope you've a good time here !
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Give me the desperation
to believe in your love // pain.
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Give me the desperation
to believe in your love // pain.
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