You know about the English spoken possibility narrowed for me and my strange cats. My flip flop flying are very smelly in these days, when the sum even say goodby with his yellow red tentacles trying to enter in my throat. Where are you brother, why do you insist in getting berbigões today, when the little sears are slipping like soap during all the night, talking with their neighbors and justifying the amount of money they are intercepting to construct their big houses? Where are you brother, in these days when the people got really crazy, dancing that fucking priceless catala and exhaling that strange smell from my flip flop?
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