Meanwhile the same. Que mi’jo tan sagrada!
If In the season! You are much to fuck about.
Pause on cardboard and toiling now!
EXCUSE ME - infinite birdsong inhabited by climbing the barrio of the whites of the desert after eating maraschino cherries straight and la cuestion, la guitarra.
Ta caliente-e-e-e! And the verandah!
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