“Hop in. I’ve been waiting for you.” There’s a chilli-red note on my bed at The Dean in Cork.
I’ve been waiting, too. It’s an icy night, and the pitch-black hotel rises over Horgan’s Quay like something out of Gotham..
“Hop in. I’ve been waiting for you.”
“Hop in. I’ve been waiting for you.” There’s a chilli-red note on my bed at The Dean in Cork.
I’ve been waiting, too. It’s an icy night, and the pitch-black hotel rises over Horgan’s Quay like something out of Gotham..