Nooly is the Good Friday in every year, she is the wind that shakes the armchair, hers is the face that launched a thousand eirecore posts, her eyes they shine like rough diamonds and her hair is the colour of girls hair. Men crash on her cynical beauty like big boats that go sinky sink sink and many are the broken hu… Read more

Nooly is the Good Friday in every year, she is the wind that shakes the armchair, hers is the face that launched a thousand eirecore posts, her eyes they shine like rough diamonds and her hair is the colour of girls hair. Men crash on her cynical beauty like big boats that go sinky sink sink and many are the broken husks that litter the seabed around Cape Noodles