The Bombshell working at the Interurban 76

Seattle WA

Description

When we first met I couldn’t help but come into the 76 every chance I got to briefly indulge myself in your presence. With eyes whose sparkle could make my heart skip and skin with luster normally only seen in the finest of porcelains. (Between you & me there was a reason I always asked for cigarettes from the top shelf). Eventually the fact that I couldn’t ask you out became too painful and now I can only pop in occasionally.