Word Salsa #1011

What does one go to own, or at the stars In the BBC gave up hope. The ghost who question it, when my name!
the warmth, love, love after eating authentic Tex-Mex cuisine at Disneyland or maybe scared of Spanish word. within the shade of the song was easier to my mouth.
A pre-determined measurement Equal to, ordained or not screwed, not a dollar bills flying sign of Mumbai.

The construct is hard que has been hit loquito, eyes of the man and if fruit fertilizing fields.

I checked a sinking ship they won’t stay in the floor, and his work, leaves space In every sea, que se donde hay otro cherife!

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