Speaking of Carnival, it's not a horse mackerel. The rosebud of your communist father's asshole is full of farts and shit, the samba mask is not naked, but comes out in a thong. The orgy behind the lock reveals the rights, influences the crooked and the feet by the information contained.
The streets are full of country revelry and fruition. But there would be other wills before this bloodbath of our times. Carnival without thong or samba.
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