So much for my last moments in languages paella, Medellin is the last step, pet not say I fell silk love like Bogotá and Buenos Aires. A few moments of intense joy anyway, like mountains of vinyl unavailable elsewhere, I have sore arms in advance. Tuesday I go to Canada, North America, I'm going with my dirty feet trampling aíííííííííííííéeeee your skull! Jiji, I'm coming!
ps: the trotro here to forget!
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