You can swipe right and left too!
Do it on the dedicated grey bar.
Ry Cooder Paris, Texas I am March Horses (what the hell?), I have restored my virginity.
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A man wanders through the desert with a gasoline can in hand, traveling along imaginary and blinding highways, while a scorching slide guitar delves into the soul and at the same time evokes specters of a Rimbaudian boat adrift towards infinity. Who doesn't remember the opening of "Paris, Texas," a… more