Last night I discovered the beauty of concrete and Campari.
Six different drinks, incredibly deep conversations, cigarettes and Campari breath and taxi drivers almost taking us to the Inner West (!) which would have cost at least $40 (!!!!!).
The feeling of coming home and brushing your teeth after a long day like that is unutterably the best feeling in the world. Furry teeth and rank breath be gone!
Now I'm going to end it here because I need to shower. My hair smells like city and cigarettes.
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