« A friend of twenty years a bad sometimes, breasts... always. »
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José Artur
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José Artur
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« Imagine the head of a trapeze artist who soars into the void and that, instead of hands, sees its carrier partner idly, in protest. »
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José Artur
Parlons de moi, y'a que ça qui m'intéresse |
José Artur
Parlons de moi, y'a que ça qui m'intéresse
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« As long as the parents live, it looks to be immortal. After, never we won't be a child, for anyone. »
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José Artur
Parlons de moi, y'a que ça qui m'intéresse |
José Artur
Parlons de moi, y'a que ça qui m'intéresse
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