#[0] bangs are the most attractive thing broads can have, especially those that arch slight on the forehead like they were some French woman lovingly looking at you across the Parisian streets from her spot at a diner as she smokes her cigarette on that long stick. The day is warm but not uncomfortable as the morning breeze flows across the old stone roads bringing the lively aroma of the French countryside into your senses, filling you with a sense of nostalgia for an Old World but also a slightly melancholy as it was a world you were never born into.

Fleeting senses, as fleeting as that breeze that caused those bangs to brush upon that young woman's forehead. What mystery did that movement bring as the black strands danced above the eyebrows that crowned eyes the colors of the green fields of France.

I love bangs.