Word Salsa #958

And contented with her brown mound of that you walked hand in freehand. Decia Gregorio Cortez por los botes de floral shirts, & hot and riches we weren’t!

Same employees! And Westside open.
Dude playing tug of historia/the future ideation, hopes!

The rejection, the words Walk across the cry.
Raza gloriosa y con ella Los conjuntos chicanos que estoy planteada!


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