In this, and all the other Universes. The Month was January. The Year was This One. The Location was a rapidly gentrified district of Miami that is to street art what Florence is to oil painting. Wandering to the edge of the neighbourhood I noticed a Willy Wonka golden ticket on a door, and if there’s a bit of life advice I can give you, it is to never walk past a Wonka golden ticket, wherever you may find one. Never.And so, I entered.
Ageless Ronaldo is perfect! You have a way with words and thoughts like no other. I thoroughly enjoyed the wisdom of your message.