My footsteps broke the silence of the pre-dawn hours as I drifted down Bleaker St. Past shop windows, barred against the perils of the night. Up ahead, a neon sign emerged from the fog. The letters glowed red hot In that way I knew so well, branding a message into my mind. A single word, Hotel.
Poor girl :(
Miguel:Let My Nuts Adorn Youuuu!
It just looks like she’s gonna be in some serious pain later.
what the hell? isn’t that some kind of assault.
I CANT BREATHE
That have must have been really awkward for the girl. XD