There was a party last night. Eran noche de cumbia. Noche de cumbia was her name. Playing as jazz dancers with leotards and straps. They were the dancers that come like twat.
Dare a+w a party last night. I don't know how. "I can't go harder". Sh's a surprise.
Jokes and stuff. Bring me some junk. There was the Lady. Mme. Satie. Señora dual a la cual admirar.
Señor de traje y camisa amarilla. Mucho gusto, pase usted. There he was like dancing. With his cowboy style and Ray Ban glasses.
What is so hard? To show the venue. To see the style.
Pensamos que..."Three Wishes" are alright. The space is beyond. And there is a land.
Pensar la forma.
(Barítono)
