Purple
Los Feliz
Magic Bullet
At Figaro Bistrot, sitting across from a woman with stacks of Magic Bullets. She spoke with the waiters in a genial tone, slurped her soup. She kept her hat, her coat, her glasses on – a true salesperson.
At Figaro Bistrot, sitting across from a woman with stacks of Magic Bullets. She spoke with the waiters in a genial tone, slurped her soup. She kept her hat, her coat, her glasses on – a true salesperson.