Words fail to express how much I love seeing that, in the HITMAN universe, the infamous “restoration” of Martínez’s Ecce Homo has a home in the basement of a club outside Berlin.
(being a ramshackle cavalcade of whatever emerges from the mind/shed/whim of one tyler w weaver)
Words fail to express how much I love seeing that, in the HITMAN universe, the infamous “restoration” of Martínez’s Ecce Homo has a home in the basement of a club outside Berlin.