Barbanera

I found Marina on Facebook. I hadn't seen her in twenty-five years. Marina was my first great love. She was a shy and sweet girl, with deep black eyes and the look of a perpetually stunned child. She adored me; she would have killed herself for me. However, she made a mistake: she introduced me to a friend of hers, tall, blonde, with green eyes, very hot, whom I couldn't help but punish. I quickly grew tired of the valkyrie, but between me and Marina, I don't know how to put it, it just wasn't the same anymore. So I thought it would be a good idea to move to another city and just leave it all behind without even saying "screw you." Just the foolishness of youth. Now I find her on Facebook and what does she tell me? That she has built a new life with a sweet, sensitive, caring man, and she even gave him two children. And what about me, Marina? I mean, I don't understand: I'm absent for just a quarter of a century and you don't even wait for me? And if you really don't want to tell me that I was wrong, remember, sometimes a man also deserves forgiveness. It's truly said: never do good for others if you are not willing to accept their ingratitude.

Well, some people might have fun with this stuff, but to me the review seemed too long and boring.

Sensational media success for MarcoSanitarium. Keep it up, send it out with a bang.

I like it.

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GREAT! Finally, a group that plays and sings worse than Barbanera's Impalers. I respect myself.

Anna Moroni "never a breast in the wind"? If she puts her breasts in the wind, they become a "sail" and she takes off!