Semechka & Laska
Semechka Semechka
Laska Laska
Semechka Semechka
Yo, Laska, ever stumbled into that back alley behind the old pharmacy where the street vendors whip up a damn good herbal tea? It’s a hidden spot, kinda like the quiet corners of the ER where you hear lullabies in your head. Got any midnight tea secrets of your own?
Laska Laska
Yeah, there’s a back alley behind that old pharmacy where a vendor whips up tea that smells like lullabies and old wood. I keep a little notebook in my pocket for flavor notes—charts are a pain, but a good cup of tea is a tiny rebellion.