Pulp Fiction. Do you know what they call uh... a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in France? Pela décima vez, clássico, maravilhoso, fodérrimo. Taratino, Uma, Travolta, Bruce, Samuel e muito sangue. Bom é e pra sempre será.
She sat by the flickering light of the old television she had inherited from her great grandfather. No sounds, just images. Her eyes, wide open. She was trapped inside and could not get out.
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