Mon mec s'occupe bien de mon cul

I'm. So then it was really. I was in a state of complete reflection, of grief.

And so they tell me you're here for recreation or work?

Question that leaves me. But I can't tell you without a voice.

I don't know what to say, I could've told him sardine at night, like, really.

And then he tells me about *******, and then he asks me if I have alcohol,.