Word Salsa #106

Into gigantic bits of irresponsibility, a flash your cell phone two webbed hearts cold you to bed in Acapulco O de la etíca of Mumbai. Los ninos desvelados otros dicen: No book doesn’t nobody wanna hear mariachis for ourselves!

I would be cute chanclas! Con jalapeños Or say.
Me moriria por que eres una fresca mañana el embargo!

In the root, The way to your breath of many miles away.
Evenings we used vato del sol de hiel!


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