sorvde 🌎🚀❤️‍🔥 @gabe_chris - Twitter Profile

sorvde 🌎🚀❤️‍🔥 @gabe_chris

6 days ago

@iluvoutsellingu @buffys I was blocked because of this 😩

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sorvde 🌎🚀❤️‍🔥 @gabe_chris

6 days ago

@buffys nooo please unblock me im sorry. I love you. 😭😭😭

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@ScrewderiaF1

7 days ago

"You can only celebrate your country’s goals." Me at 4 am after Messi scored a banger against Algeria:

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sorvde 🌎🚀❤️‍🔥 @gabe_chris

7 days ago

@raphaeldml @PopBase Because it was Messi

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✈️🤓🐾📷👬🍺🎉I'm the guy you talk to and keeps you hydrated!

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sorvde 🌎🚀❤️‍🔥 @gabe_chris

9 days ago

This is what happens when you live in a country with ample public transportation in cities that are walkable

Mario Nawfal

@MarioNawfal

10 days ago

🚨🇳🇱 The Netherlands has entered the World Cup chat and HOLY MOLY. Nobody does a road march like The Dutch. Writer: Daniel

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sorvde 🌎🚀❤️‍🔥 @gabe_chris

10 days ago

This made me shed a tear.

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@japan_nobunaga

11 days ago

USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving. Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free. I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these." "They just come with the table, man." They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner. This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat. I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared. "Did we…?" "Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless." Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined. My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude." Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man. I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy. Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived. I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most. Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.