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EL AMOR, SPORT DOMINICAL SANS ÉCHAUFFEMENT
El Amor, Sunday sport without a warm-up
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Alright. It’s Sunday. Either you’re curled up under your blanket, deep in "rewriting the world" mode, or you’re trying to forget last night’s DMs (stay strong). So, since we’re already in introspection mode, let’s talk about a topic that drives us all crazy at some point: EL AMOR, BABY.
That magical thing that makes you feel alive, doubt everything, hope… and sometimes limp. Kind of like a super stylish pair of shoes that, after ten minutes, completely destroys your toes.
If I had to compare it to shoes, at first, it's like walking on a cloud. Then it starts slipping a little, and sometimes—bam!—a blister reminds you that you should've gone a size up.
And is it worth it, you ask? Absolutely, my darlings! Because love is that absurd thing that makes you scroll through messages with a goofy smile and believe the sun shines a little brighter just for you.
