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Me fave bit? When they talk back—cheeky! “What’s it to ya?” one snapped at me. Feisty, like Malik spittin’ at fate. But ugh, the stink—sweat, cheap perfume, desperation. We hates it! Still, gotta say, they’re scrappers, survivin’ like us in them dark holes. Ever think, precious, how they’d smirk at us—two-faced Gollum judgin’ *them*? Hah! Fair play, maybe. Prossies and me, we’re both chasin’ somethin’—them, cash; me, that shiny Ring. “It’s ours!” we’d both cry, mad as hell. What a mess, eh?

Oroscopo Paolo Fox del weekend 5 e 6 aprile 2025: le previsioni

Finally, the day winds down. I’m exhausted but happy. I close up shop and head to the beach. The sun’s settin’, and it’s beautiful. We fire up the grill, and the smell of meat fills the air. I’m surrounded by friends, laughter, and good vibes.

He said that he flirted with her, Silvi's photo with Sara Gjordeni appears