Of all my lost loves, where have you been?
Looking east on Church Street as the workday begins
Just pass the plate
We only have ourselves to blame
New Orleans, Louisiana
There’s a special hustle spirit in someone who will endure not only a marathon of spontaneous dance routines, but do so in the early summer humidity of the Big Easy
Four years old
All you wanna do is ride around
but, still, I get by
Greyhound bus terminal – Nashville, Tennessee, United States
I can’t think of a caption
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