Puzzled |
Salty nothings |
I could eat my way into perdition |
What in the world can make a brown eyed girl turn blue? |
Yeah! Fishy-fishy-fishy! Slurp. |
Anyway, like I was sayin', shrimp is the fruit of the sea. You can barbecue it, boil it, broil it, bake it, saute it. |
Perfumed with rose petals, flavored with oils and dusted with sugar |
Try walking in my shoes |
All sparks will bur out in the end |
Etichete: istanbul, Postcards, turcia, wanderlust