It was in the darkness of the eve of a misty spring day when the girls on Princes street shared a bottle of zesty white wine. The girls were a little deflated, defeated and a bit down about not having creative freedom.
It was in the darkness of the eve of a misty spring day when the girls on Princes street shared a bottle of zesty white wine. The girls were a little deflated, defeated and a bit down about not having creative freedom.
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