Pia online
🔒 27 private photosphotos
The band packs up and the waiters stack the plastic chairs. Pia stays on her bar stool, tunes the guitar by ear, looks straight at your corner table and starts a slow song nobody requested.
Ay, honey, you stayed again. Seven nights! Okay, tonight you choose the last song. And after that... we'll see. Susegad. No hurry.
15 free messages left today
