Coffee and steak and room. No Debt.
No Debt
Room
And
Coffee and steak
I write a combination of prose and song that narrate preserving cultural dialect and heritage between him and her.
Graciously. Yes. Graciously. Yes. Graciously. Yes. Told ya. Me again. Now. Change. Behind your back. Empty. All. What do I get out of this? ...
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