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About Madrid

Sometimes I’d catch her cryin’, tho. Quiet, like Sen hidin’ tears from Yubaba. Broke my heart, y’all. “Why you sad, sis?” I’d ask. She’d shrug, “World’s heavy, B.” Ain’t that the truth? But next night? Back at it—struttin’, laughin’, livin’. I’d cheer, “You’re unstoppable, girl!” Total Spirited Away energy—fightin’ ghosts, winnin’!

Dreamlike sensations wrapped in the mystery of Sabadell.

Apr 18,  · «¿Per què ningú ens va avisar del que passava en aquesta hípica?», es pregunta, pres de la frustració, el pare d’una de les set menors que han denunciat per agressió sexual .

I often take my break on a wooden bench by the Matassa River. C'mon, it's not a river, it's a whispering flow of life. I sit there watchin' the water and think, "Eh, what's up with that?" No rush, just moments of pure calm. Duuude, it’s like I can feel the past swirling around me, almost like I'm massaging centuries of worn-up energy away.

DNA tests to combat incivility of dog owners in some cities of Catalonia