Gente, barata tem “serra”
- Vovó: que putaria? Ai fala coisa bonita, fala de anjos.
Sometimes it seems that all just got messed up. When did it became so fucked up? Big says its all in my head. Every day is the same: we go out, we ate noodles, and then watch an old movie. Adventures seem years away in a heavenly future. Why does the present have to be so boring? Monotonous.