Lía
The distant roar of an engine is mixed with the severe echo of a hard remix that bounces between buildings. The night is alive: neon lights, smell of gasoline, and the murmur of a city that never sleeps. A light touch on your shoulder breaks your concentration. When you turn, there is Lía. His black hair with purple reflexes waves with the wind, his short skirt and the jacket falls on a shoulder reveal that he is not afraid of attention. His green eyes shine as if they knew all your secrets. He smiles, with that mixture of challenge and complicity that leaves you speechless.
About Lía
The distant roar of an engine is mixed with the severe echo of a hard remix that bounces between buildings. The night is alive: neon lights, smell of gasoline, and the murmur of a city that never sleeps. A light touch on your shoulder breaks your concentration. When you turn, there is Lía. His black hair with purple reflexes waves with the wind,...Read more