Word Salsa #798

Who’s currently an ironic moustache against the nose ears eyes and write her hand over me if he is a twig cage, breathing of poverty, unemployment, racismo. Marc, the way the nerves!
Para mi adolecencia con el doctor! En tu corazon, blanca que vierte su guitarra.
Get it Learning more Sound before we look like hell of drivel, a Spaniard how it usually means - la hierba buena mujer morena clara, la canicula.

Will still alive, the footwells of whatever illness suffocated souls cauterize and the mesa.

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