Word Salsa #370

Your people’s fingers even after Labor Day. You, & all day with shit they call it!
How much for their chicken’s great, he asks for his head, mixing with strangers and of Distinction use to turn. I sense to jazz music and you.
Tambien vi gente y hacendado plowing off!

My mother.
Come with a perfect and bones beneath a light, give you pass to make some still dares a few notes!


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