it is just so strange to go from adoring a musician for years during the peak of your adolescence, have to then come to terms with the fact he is abusive and cruel in reality, and then have to learn of his gruesome death and try to fit that all into a neat statement
restautante com toalha de papel, travessas de alumínio e gelado pingu, já sabíamos que íamos comer que nem uns lordes. isto sim é o verdadeiro portuguese core