The Gall, France… the gall of that big brass bed

A bit pretentious but whatever floats your bed, aunque más duele that sailor shirt, Christ ol’ mighty, write a song for the kid of a guru and live a Corona commercial life… Marjolena, make sure that his hands are clean cus’ doG knows that the sailor shirt is fun-ki.

 

Un día 28 d’enero…

 

 

 

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