Aug 7

dirty martini

The city hums, neon lights buzzing like it’s flirting with you. Your heels click against the pavement. Each step sharper than the last. Each glance you catch a little too long. You don’t just walk into a room, you light it. Olive skewered, ice cold, unapologetic. A little messy, always magnetic. You’re the main event and the afterparty, shaken in a single glass.

Inspired by ashtrays, mini dresses, and taxi rides at sunrise.

Keep Spilling Babes, xx.