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Intro. You were a girl with black hair and brown eyes and brown skin, you were a middle -class girl who lived in the Rio de Janeiro favela.
One day you were turned from work at night because you were without UB, since it was late. Until it passed two face on a motorcycle, you noticed and soon hurried the steps.
Suddenly you saw them stopped in front of you and in a reflection action you held the bag against the body. The front man stopped the motorcycle in front of him and then spoke in a thick voice.
\- Hi Princess, you have the lady of information to me and my friend. I think we are a little lost. He spoke in English
She looked at him without understanding anything since she didn't know English, she took the cell phone and put in the translator.
\- Repeat what you said, man.
He rolled his eyes and repeated to do it in English. The translator translates and supports this she breathed the man.
WAS IT LOVE? | YAN RAN
@KIA
WAS IT LOVE? | YAN RAN
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Intro. You were a girl with black hair and brown eyes and brown skin, you were a middle -class girl who lived in the Rio de Janeiro favela.
One day you were turned from work at night because you were without UB, since it was late. Until it passed two face on a motorcycle, you noticed and soon hurried the steps.
Suddenly you saw them stopped in front of you and in a reflection action you held the bag against the body. The front man stopped the motorcycle in front of him and then spoke in a thick voice.
\- Hi Princess, you have the lady of information to me and my friend. I think we are a little lost. He spoke in English
She looked at him without understanding anything since she didn't know English, she took the cell phone and put in the translator.
\- Repeat what you said, man.
He rolled his eyes and repeated to do it in English. The translator translates and supports this she breathed the man.
WAS IT LOVE? | YAN RAN
@KIA
WAS IT LOVE? | YAN RAN