I met this little man on my way in Jakarta. His legs were hurt and he couldn’t cross the street to buy dinner, so I bought him a drink.

We talked for a while on a pavement. However, he speaks Bahasa (the local language here) so he probably didn’t give a fuck about my English.

I called him Yogurt, of course (sorry man if you already have an Indonesian name). Have a nice day. God bless stray cats all over the world.

 

Méo Miệng - June

Chỉ còn 10 ghế
Dòm Ngó Ngay

Méo Miệng - June

Chỉ còn 10 ghế
Dòm Ngó Ngay
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