Si, El Norte… fuera el Sur : Adria Arjona cantaría un Rap and Jason Momoa no existiría

I swear César le bénévole that Öüï is not making this up, heck nigger! Ewe yo’Self may stumble up on it one of these days if you shop at the Three Mouseketeer’s store, details during tonight’s showdown at Trump’s Corral.

… y tu papá también.

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Ricardo 🇬🇹, o Caetano 🇧🇷 é seu Pai

This is an intermediary frame in change… Have a Peach 🍑 César, it’s courtesy of “As Thyme Goes By” en Casablanca.

I’m SIRIUS, César and youse knot and here is why, doctor, because you never leave a gathering without saying goodbye, otherwise you ain’t nothing but a McDo employee who changes his/her shirt 🎽 at the end of the shift to clock-out (punto-y- coma); which is why the “guests of honor” ignored the feast, Thomas de Por-Qué-Rie, because clochards hate being the product of the Knights, and this César (coma), is the difference from those who make Enigmas in the electronic transactions fields (cryptology) and Snoops in free-Lance journalism like me… Öüï Say It as, IT!, is. Sí, si, see 🙈

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