I noticed today while with a thong of tissue paper (ie without any underwear), I did rip what little dignity I have left. And while Maria Letizia would say "Oh poor are fond of red hair, when all they are going on holiday" I felt at ease. We talked about rudeness, politics, competition, the sciuri, the precarious, and in that my hair disappeared. At one point I even wondered what ML did sports for the muscles inner thigh so sculpted, for the first 10 seconds I felt flattered, I thought, "all those years of tennis are really served" then, which came the bitter truth, I realized that maybe it was just a sneaky way to keep close to itself.
Maria Letizia I would tell you that you did. Will your prices reasonable, your hair will be greasy, you will camperos with the spurs, I will have my eyebrows done for free without becoming a shampista of Parella, is that your beauty salon is 12 steps from my house but I've seduced. I am yours. Show me the Brazilian.
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