Haven’t been to Atlanta for many years and the only memory was that at the end of the work day, it got really quiet really quickly ( there was no one about?)
The best cheesecakes are baked ones. I made one once was ****ing brilliant and no one ate it. Made it for Christmas dinner the year I split up with my ex on Christmas Day and told her nicely to **** off an marry someone else.
Exactly one week before I was born as if anyone would possibly care. Well my mother probably did, probably hurt a bit. Bet she'd have preferred a black forest gateau. Fat bitch.