#beylikduzuescort You're probably sitting there in Beylikdüzü, philosophising between hookahs and views of the Marmara Sea: ‘Humans are polygamous, love is hormones, and traditions are there to keep us caged.’ Well said, almost all true. But when the evening is thick, the tea has cooled, and the soul asks not for lectures, but simply for warmth, soft curves and a sincere ‘hello, beautiful’ without promises for tomorrow, then in Istanbul
But when the evening is thick, the tea has cooled, and the soul asks not for lectures, but simply for warmth, soft curves and a sincere ‘hello, beautiful’ without promises for tomorrow, then in Istanbul