Luba Cherisova Thin Crackers

Do you ever run into this problem when you are looking at photos you took in the past and can't recall if you were kicked out of a particular establishment or left of your own accord? Other than that, I have a great memory. I remember thinking ... Yeah, this gal is a little skinny for my taste, is kinda quiet and serious, and has that fake-ass hair color, but she does have an appealing mug and an adventurous spirit. I recall the derelict condition of the nature surrounding Luba's apartment building, which was in the less-touristic part of town. It struck me as almost an improvised landfill. But I thought how it would look pleasant enough if I held the lens at an angle and avoided the broken glass and discarded diapers. Easy peasy. More detailed memoirs will drop in my upcoming autobiography.