I walk with a certain swagger and I craftily use hand motion when speaking, both in an attempt to project stylish self-assurance. Some would call it vanity, while others are just fooled. But what neither group knows is that behind all that camouflage, an insecure Kid is hiding, self-consciousness and paranoia being his constant companions. See, while I pretend to be a Dumb-minican Renaissance man, in reality, I?m just a bachata-loving, mang?-eating, conconete-savoring, grillo-lusting, big time chopo. But I have arrived, folks. I?m free, I got nothing else to lose, or so that big, bad, hard-living Texas mama said in her raspy, sexy tone. I can go home again. I can be me. And here?s why:
-The Kid
I personally watched AZB dance with 2 canadian women at a Tono Rosario concert....merenge...BOTH blondes........
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-The Kid