luckynumberone
Leicester
I’m the musical lone wolf. Imagine the gunslinger standing in the midday sun, the sweat on his brow and the curse on his lips. His hand hovers over his holster, quick as a flash he reaches f…
I’m the musical lone wolf. Imagine the gunslinger standing in the midday sun, the sweat on his brow and the curse on his lips. His hand hovers over his holster, quick as a flash he reaches f…