Sometimes, the skies are gray in Fuengirola. But, usually, not for long.
A veces, los cielos son grises en Fuengirola. Pero, por lo general, no por mucho tiempo.
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DUDO: “PUT DOWN THE CAMERA AND OPEN THE DAMNED WINDOWS! I’VE GOT PLACES TO GO AND PEOPLE TO SEE!”
DUDO: “¡PONGA LA CÁMARA Y ABRA LAS MALDITAS VENTANAS! ¡TENGO LUGARES PARA IR Y LA GENTE PARA VER!” |
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