A native dinner for my stomach
Nom, nom, nom
This was sitting on the floor next to our table. Gin got there and was like “wtf?” The woman said “Oh it’s just her doll.”
Ok, it was creepy. I kept waiting for it to spring to life and crawl up Gin’s back.
Sweet dreams! lol
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I think I can almost smell these pictures.
Well, maybe not the doll one. That is rather unexpected.