What is this I see before me? Well kempt art woman seeks un collectif britannique pour une bon temps. Donnez moi le frites et le Geuze and I will play until my heart is content, my stomach is full, my windpipe is blocked, Lou reed has offered no help. The sexual wonder chameleon puts her leg up over my shoulder, we shout how happy we are to be alive, abroad out in the evening warmth, long lives us, these days and longer the nights, over flowing. They took BB over there too, so thanks for that. BB levelled the floor on which they came and stood, amazed, refreshed, in awe of the booming Le Gunners.
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