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In the toilets we wet the goats, not even a moth can fly by

I'm tired of stumbling over syringes when entering the entrance to get Dalpres newspapers

Yes, in order to get to my door, jump over the crowd of left people on the stairs of the floor, my patience ran out, I stood like a tank at the door, and there are no grandmothers with me who are yelling at all the people and our fierce defense of the house is increasingly sending only our uninvited guests away

In the toilets we wet the goats, not even a moth can fly by

Where the hell are you going, bitch, face control works

It felt good right away, and everything was clean all around and our house became tidier, and don’t be too lazy to chase strangers away, only if they’re with a knife, you dude, watch out

my patience has run out, I stood like a tank at the door, and there are more than one grandmothers with me who are yelling at all the people and our fierce defense of the house is increasingly letting only our uninvited guests out

In the toilets we wet the goats, not even a moth can fly by

Where the hell are you going, bitch, face control works