Il Succo Del Sesso

His jacket is like Giace, it tastes like death.

But she's alive, so it's all double standard.

And what kind of monster makes these? Horns?

Oh, no, no, he's not a monster. It's a woman.

Woman?

Ah, so she's a lesbian. Is she his mistress, is she his wife, or is she his girlfriend?

I must disappoint you, Mr. Jim.

And it's just a sister, I mean my sister, who's disappeared and caused me some trouble.

I have an amazing suspicion that not being eaten by a crocodile, she ran off with a woman.

I assume you've been to the ********** garden before to make up for the cochondrils.

I'd see them in danger, poor crocodiles, against women. Do you agree?

Very well, if the woman is my sister's sweet.

A monster. Good.

With the tail of a snake. Is she always this affectionate?

What can I do for you?

To find my sister.

If you don't explain it better, I'm afraid of tilting.

She's been missing for three months. He could have done it willingly.

Or even forced by someone.

I mean one of the many ****** that always revolves around a pretty girl.

None of his friends knew or wanted to tell me anything.

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