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There was a time my dress sense in real life was much bolder than it is these days. I'll probably die in a pair of jeans and a comfy hoodie and I'm okay with that. I mean, eventually. I'm not quite ready for a house to land on me just yet. At some point my... Continue Reading →
Gachas are like Marmite, you either love them or hate them... Except that whenever people use this expression, they simply don't realise that the haters and lovers just happen to have the loudest voices. In between their are a lot of people who just can't be bothered to join the shouting contest. So gachas, I... Continue Reading →
Billy Beaverhausen 