I once went to a store just to βlookβ, but I saw that very tracksuit - tight, soft, with a hood, in which I looked like a dangerous temptation π The salesman said: βIt's like it's made for you,β and I looked in the mirror and realized that in this look I could be both a girl from the neighborhood and the main fantasy of someone's night. I bought it without thinking - sometimes things choose you, not you β