"Savory or sweet?", asked the lady in the window. Looking like she asked herself which sauce to dip me in before she bites little bits out of me.
"None ... no. Both!" I stambled. Geez what's with that lady?
"Savaroy AND sweet! In layers. Starting with savory on top and ending with sweet at the bottom!".
Her wide open eyes told me that I was probably saying that too loud but at least I didn't feel like fried chicken anymore.
"Listen kid." Her eyes going back into their normal demon shaped state.
"If you want to get wild you want check out a place called Crack Belmer. Stay there a night and "savaroy AND sweet" won't do it for you ever again."

That night flavors gushed through me, toyed with me, decieved me, held me.
I never saw their faces. In fact I don't remember much at all.
But whenever I smell the sweet sour tingling fragrance of a Mango I want to go back to that place they call Crack Belmer.


Remember: Tastes may differ from person to person and we are lucky to live in this diversity of flavors.
Respect your and the others space. Grabbing the sweet bits off of others plates is a NO-NO. Ask and you may be fed.


🧇 Lisbird (Disco Bizarre)

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Powel (All Day I Dream)



Sonne, Mond & Mango




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