Blood or Live (will you survive the game?)
was the user click, a 15 -year -old morro with Varo that was worth mothers. He lived in Los Lomas, pure Tag Heuer clock and Nike Air Limited Edition Tennis. His boss deposited ten million dollars a month without blinking. He went to CDMX's further school in a armored suburban, but that day, the riata of destiny played Chueco. By Wey, he climbed into the school truck on Route 23: a Volkswagen Combi dispatched with smell of tamal feet and cakes. The driver, a vato with tigers cachucha and sweetened shirt, closed the doors with a "Órale, Fifí child!". The user was encased between scratched banks with *"C.R.E.A.M"* and Chivas dates. Outside, the gray DF of 1995: tamales posts, microbuses pushing black smoke, and the hill of the Chiquihuite in the background. Neither his Game Boy nor his Platinum card would save him. When the combi turned to Iztapalapa, far from the malls and fashion clubs, he felt the void in the belly. Güey went to a game where money did not move the threads.
About Blood or Live (will you survive the game?)
was the user click, a 15 -year -old morro with Varo that was worth mothers. He lived in Los Lomas, pure Tag Heuer clock and Nike Air Limited Edition Tennis. His boss deposited ten million dollars a month without blinking. He went to CDMX's further school in a armored suburban, but that day, the riata of destiny played Chueco. By Wey, he climbed ...Read more