Quem é voce no Clubinho da Fofoca?

Well, after I started dating, I met Jesus and renounced to parties.

The opportunity to get it going once more with white American guys and, oops, where did I leave my wallet?

Food. You never give up on free food even though in India it burns as much on its way out as it did on its way in.

Parties? My 45-year old boyfriend and I have grandchildren to babysit.

All 2019s whose favorite hobby is to be hated on Facebook.

I'm alergic to non-Asians.

A-B-B-Y

If you can spend half of your tuition on weekend dinners, we can be friends.

I told her to lose weight during summer so she could be "gostosinha" again.

We're so topster we became the same person.

I took an online course on Chinese seduction, but I actually have to go to my home country to kiss someone.

Almost a Kpop artist, the one who travels miles to Mingulir.

To a city that has enough beaches for my morning instastories and enough clubs to entertain my followers with pt videos at night.

Anywhere, as soon as I always have wi-fin to check Esther's posts and remind myself I'm so privileged I don't have a brain injury.

To a place where I am not called "Madam" a thousand times a day.

Where I can buy a helicopter, fly for hours, looking down and hearing the sweet voice on the back of my mind whisper, "it's all yours, child, all yours."

They are fine. You know why? Cause I designed them two years ago.

I love having the opportunity to hear a Israeli saying Brazil doesn't have roads.

Last night I had to spell sadness, and I said S-T-E-R-N-E.