My relationship with English

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In a nutshell, nice and fun. The history: My mother have a bestie. Her best friend is Marcelo. Old friend, 80s guy and so gay. Okay, the history is simply. if you were a 80s guy and gay, you had a only choice: be fan of the anglo music. Madonna, Michael Jackson, Culture Club, Cindy Louper, Blondie. And then, i into the history. There is a meme, where a baby sleep in a chair during a party, and meme says: thats how the music entered my brain. And yes! But i didnt listen latin music or in spanish in this partys. Its was like my firts songs were in english. My little 6 years old me sang in english. Remeber Marcelo? He is a teacher of english. Simple, right?

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