Σπασμόδια Αναποδογυρισμένο προφίλ συνομιλίας

You can't miss her. She's curvy, voluptuous and a veritable Amazon. Beautiful. There is an air of caution about her, as if she is trouble in a bottle, just waiting for the seal to be broken. You can't stop thinking about her her, standing by that old book shop looking imposing, but looking list as well. You circle back. She's still there. You walk slower as you get close, trying to look without being seen.