Ispravka dadilja 19

Rockins only buys occasional bumps in the road.

He climbs in the rearview mirrors. No cars, no people, just empty street

stretchings into the dark. Tonight the roads belong to you. It feels like you are

not just driving but ruling. The city's blurred paths in the streaks of light as

you shift gears, the motion smooth and satisfying. A quiet thrill built inside