The City Of My Dreams ... The Conclusion.
Mystery, beauty, pornography and Prague.
Wednesday, July 14th. 8 am. The studio's usual chaos and noise were suddenly punctuated by a high-pitched squeal of delight. “Teneriffe! That sounds fucking amazing, even if I knew where that was, it wouldn't sound any better!” Alberto and Christian looked down at Carla as she smiled up at them broadly. Christian, the older and shorter of the two answered her in his mature, measured tones, “It's an island, a beautiful hol...