His name is Richard Jewell, an enthusiastic craftsman with a fondness for sorting chaos that was perhaps resented by a Miss Kathy Scruggs of Talavera which might have also eclipsed the amateur machinations of a certain Mr. Tom Shaw from Cabanatuan, shallow motives that the Young Wallander of Malmo deemed to be incredulous grounds in having the hero of Atlanta fried.
That was low enough to take the flavor out of Maundy Thursday's deep fried biya, kalderetang bibe and sinampalukang manok; and to castrate any eroticism between Viscount Anthony Bridgerton and Miss Kate Sharma although The Principles of Pleasure suggests that perhaps, the MILF of Bakal 2 do use toys in addressing her orgasm gap and those who are spectatoring her ample breasts.
On The Day of the Lord, Fr. Menendez exorcised Racquel Montoya from the possession of Alastor during the Feast of the Paschal Lamb where kinilaw na tanigue and fried Spam slices from Fig Tuesday and the ginataang tahong of Spy Wednesday were offered to those of the Order of Rose Croix, including the Erremantari who caught The Blacksmith and the Devil binge watching Netflix on Good Friday before an unexpected invitation to a chewy pork barbecue, half cooked inihaw na hito and a semblance of balbacua on Black Saturday.
The Phantom Biker though was Old Enough to appreciate that Semana Santa is best spent in the trails of Nueva Ecija rather than the empty streets and closed eating places of Kapitolyo, Cubao, Morato, Binondo and SIDCOR Sunday Market...
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