foder as mágoas que o fodiam em busca de orgasmos que nunca haviam sido orgasmos a sério mas apenas pequenos frémitos de prazer fugidio, se não tivesse escorregado na convicção de que a desilusão é eterna e insolúvel

-Victor Eustáquio

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