A Milan just wake up, that smells of eyes wrinkled and soft sheets. Legs tangled, disheveled hair and hands that weave together into one. The scent of freshly baked croissants, orange juice and black hot coffee.
A Milan that smiles, that knows how to charm and that is able to seduce you by giving you gusts of wind in your hair and amber lights as if they were rough diamonds.
The street style pho...
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