Well, the combination of your name and the picture of clementine made me think that you're under 18 (so I thought: maybe she's short), and I just thought that a dark hair colour would fit the name Roxanna, I dunno it was just a guess, am I close? :)
It would be considered an insult because that means you just judged her appearance with a number (something that some people wouldn't like to hear), a number that isn't even that high, I would follow SweetPeaClem's advice :)
I live in Canada, so learning Spanish isn't really a necessity, like it is with French.
Dad wants me to speak it more, but mehh. I'd rather speak Italian.
Don't feel bad about it. Probably the last 50 people in my family were born in the US.
I learned outside. I live in Florida so speaking Spanish here is a priority. Lots of latinos.
Don't feel bad about it. Probably the last 50 people in my family were born in the US.
I learned outside. I live in Florida so speaking Spanish here is a priority. Lots of latinos.
Don't feel bad about it. Probably the last 50 people in my family were born in the US.
I learned outside. I live in Florida so speaking Spanish here is a priority. Lots of latinos.
Solo hable Espanol con mi mama en casa. Lol, GOUSTTTT thought I was urban, so letting everyone know I'm not, haha. It's funny I thought he was urban for some reason as well.
I live in Canada, so learning Spanish isn't really a necessity, like it is with French.
Dad wants me to speak it more, but mehh. I'd rather speak Italian.
I'm pretty sure I'm in a coma, trapped in a nightmare caused by some childhood trauma. How else would you explain this place? Why would I come here voluntarily?
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That basically means I have some big balls on me. Egg is huevo.
Mostly he just likes to swear in le Espanol.
I learned outside. I live in Florida so speaking Spanish here is a priority. Lots of latinos.
Dad wants me to speak it more, but mehh. I'd rather speak Italian.
I moved North of Florida now. But when I lived in Miami people in the store didn't speak English lol.
I'm pretty sure I'm in a coma, trapped in a nightmare caused by some childhood trauma. How else would you explain this place? Why would I come here voluntarily?