Word Salsa #194

stop. Sing!
aguila! Every road, Your eye of a glimpse of every day daring the outside the f amity told to stop, allow it from the scrotum, the life to know walk towards the bullets from the black coffee shop.

I am from her Black Men make sure that last day the sharp teeth.

I have CHUB you love again.
Where are just be that you want to die for years after several weeks before my finger he make it to try to stay warm!


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