Bleek:
Black queen. l mean, my slice of pie. The apple of my eye. My chicken thigh, extra spicy. Ham, Spam. Eggs and bacon, chicken and waffles. From Wilsons. How you doing, baby? You're looking good to me.
Indigo Downes:
What happened to you, Bleek?
Bleek:
What happened to me?
Indigo Downes:
l've been waiting for twenty years.
Bleek:
Twenty? My watch must be going slow, lt says 15 years, but l'll get it fixed.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:08