Word Salsa #523

Ayer vino el sabado pasado, las cuencas de la vez. Arturo says maybe if we have done done the smell of La masturbation!

They just driving me feel lost worlds are black wires of the Alamo. Raza Cosmica A long time & became soulful vagabonds whip it, speak such word! The Latin breed, Flaco.

When you hate and our corazon del sol transparentes como la moray.

In the last year’s coat papel-de-China.
He didn’t hear from the chances, don’t understand what does not yet a crackly corn!

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