Lost,broke and stuck with an idiot
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Complete Tue, Jan 12, 20161h 32m
Hey, the connection here kinda sucks and I know I'm suppose to use this scarred connection that I've got now to call for help so I'll make this quick.
Anyways I'm Fliss cooper but before I continue let me ask you guys a question,
How many of you would like to be stuck on some random abandoned town in Brazil with a hot millionaire
Most of us. Probably. Heck even me, if it was not against my will. Unfortunately for me, it was against it.
So check out my story on how I got lost in Brazil with an idiot with the brain the size of a peanut. But to be honest I have seen pretty large peanuts....
It all started wh___ oh shit I'm brea__ ing__ up__ hel___
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