LXIII
It’s 12 degrees Celsius outside, and I’m running around in a t-shirt like it’s nobody’s business. If this ain’t proof that some switch flipped in my DNA, and I’m basically not Portuguese anymore, then I don’t know what is.
It’s 12 degrees Celsius outside, and I’m running around in a t-shirt like it’s nobody’s business. If this ain’t proof that some switch flipped in my DNA, and I’m basically not Portuguese anymore, then I don’t know what is.