I was debating with some of my comrades the other day about the delicacies of the Internet. Well, we're not that philosophical, but we were discussing one person in particular: Mao. After being released from whatever cage he was in, he has created a torrential downpour (in many more ways than one). Whether it's going around schmoozing the ladies, partaking in the ambrosia of the gods, or sailing the high seas as a Pirate, this young man is loose.
But why?
This writer believes that the city has freed his spirit, from the arbitrary prison that he was a part of.
His collection of finely-pressed suits belies his inexperience in the high society, one that has been recently made aware. A good kid indeed, besides the times he plays Warcraft III with King Juan Carlos and P.B. We'll have to see, won't we? Ruddy-faced and with his eyes blood-shot from his recent adventures, Mao is ready to step into a new era, one in which there are no limits, one in which he can fly to the sky, or fall, much like Icarus did.
Ciao,
Sexiled
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