Oplà! I rematerialized in this blog for a long time and 'remained in the shadows, inexplicably inactive, mysteriously silent.
Do not worry! I came in possession of my wits after being kidnapped by a group led by a master shaman metropolitan Reiki second level, whose guiding spirit was an underground rat with the fur of the marten and ponytail.
Aboard a bumper 90-KW, we wandered in the basement of the Big Apple with the hope of finding Blueberry Trillo, who, according to the healer-wise, had to have magical powers overpowering Rosy Bindi able to transform into a warthog.
During the chase we've come across a group of Tartars in holiday prize at Coney Island, smarritisi subway station in Times Scales in 1957, led by a Druid in her nightgown waving a sprig of mistletoe will be challenged to 'yet another bold attempt to find the exit on the edge of the "Caterpillar Apple"
In the desperate effort to recover the wig druid, falling in the sewer of a Holiday Inn in Chinatown, we came across the figure of a wise monk who was a DJ at Studio 54, now in retreat in the depths below the stop at Bowery / Lafayette.
Yes, and I know ' a shocking story but I assure you that I am well and I'm in perfect shape!
Hello everyone and a sincere thanks for leaving so many comments. Best regards, Nikita
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