Touching Satie in the white piano spilled a mask, the semi-open balcony where rain seeps trembles oblivion, I see a ghost sideways prurient skirt and sitting cross-legged on the couch, I do not know with a drink of cognac while burns fire and desire you.
Welcome to the windows of the Prozac Boutique located at the corner of Hope Street alone, aside from the cheap hotel where you can hear the bed creaking in which the reason lies with desire. Come all, we have great deals! Alex Leyva 
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