Spain has been filled with tickets. We attended the catheter apotheosis and proclaimed the dogma of the immaculate conception of your homeland , which already had its own ranch and linguistic commissioners watching courtyards when the Phoenician fucking landed. The plurinational left and the imperial right prostrate themselves before the new idol, be it a virgin prayed by Isabel de Trastámara or a fetish carved by guanches in loincloths or by astures that pissed at the foot of a yew, and the only party that fought

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