The Spanish ladies did not accept the defeat with good humor even though they were laughing hysterically while filming a TikTok grenade for attention and controversy.
Throwing ice cubes while shouting:
“Viva la libertad de Venezuela y las putas del mundo”
Some hopeless and bored kids joined the shaming and threw peanuts, popcorn, and toys at the terrorist couple…
A bunch of journalists were scavenging as Piranas in the Amazonas.
Biting, this time, involves some bleeding…
Campari's last drops were counted as shots to the hearts and Marco Rossi lost a his Wifi code to interact with his world, seemingly disconnected and self-centered, going two steps forward one sideways, limping like a hyena that perhaps packed too many bones, just too many to carry a sorrow of survival, this time… a lust for pleasure.
A poisonous dose to cut common sense, whatever is left of his overdue thoughts, whatever the fuck that means. Fuck is an address tonight, just like all the nights of evolution.
Explanations, yeah right, do I gamble like Darwin on reptile Tinder matches?
Just snacking a few unedited paraphrases.
Getting lost in the search for golden teeth, just to bite off the record.
Someone’s clapping for the wrong reasons.
