Have you heard of a young woman floating up to heaven, of a rain that never stops for many years, of a city made of mirrors? If you've heard it, you'll love cannabis. You will succumb to the temptation of the smoky smells around you.
Have you heard of a young woman floating up to heaven, of a rain that never stops for many years, of a city made of mirrors? If you've heard it, you'll love cannabis. You will succumb to the temptation of the smoky smells around you.