𝘌𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘢 𝘷𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝘺 𝘷𝘶𝘦𝘭𝘢 𝙗𝙪𝙨𝙘á𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝘢 𝘭𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘫𝘰𝘴, 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘵ú, 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙘ó𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙖 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘢 𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘪 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘦𝘳𝘥𝘰. 𝘊𝘶𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰 𝘭𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘷𝘢 𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘰 𝙝𝙪𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙤, 𝘺 𝘦𝘭 𝘥í𝘢 𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘰 𝘶𝘯 𝘯𝘪ñ𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘢 𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘭 𝘤𝘪𝘦𝘭𝘰, 𝙧𝙤𝙨𝙖 𝙩ú, 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤ó𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢. Թʅ
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EXliwph
Aug 22, 2025 01:34PM
Work got me tired af but like w/o a job what imma do?View all Conversations