well, one whole day in chefchouan and collectively, emilie, mc (our new travel companion) and i have managed to get heckled to death, robbed, and essentially molested by a wonderful man who only wants us to be happy in truth.
then on our way home i was offered some jiggy jiggy by a man who i told my name was clementine to.
zakaria's father, who is the spitting image of a 60 year old evan, called me his daughter when we left and we have had such beautiful love and luck.
we are staying in morocco for more time. when we decided to go to ,orocco, both e, and i thought that the other one really wanted to go but werent very attached to the idea for ourselves; thank god we did tho; universe matchmaker
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Sairuh. You seem to have Notions about the nature of this relationship. You seem to be of the opinion that it is OK to tell us that you are going to spend more time in Morocco without telling us that you went to Morocco in the first place. You told us you were going to Europe; Morocco is not in Europe. What the hell do you mean you were heckled robbed and molested by a man who wants you to be happy? Who's mc? Who's Zakaria?
You can stop telling us how much you love being alive at the expense of telling us what the hell you're doing. You loved being alive when you lived here so we can just assume you're doing the same on the road. The purpose of a blog is to tell us the things that you do. What have you been doing?
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