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JOB SCARCITY IN SOUTH SUDAN IS A SPIRITUAL CONDITION!

A graduate in Zoology, Kay Law, spent months looking for a job.

Applications here.

CV there.

Cover letters everywhere.

Nothing.

Even companies that weren't hiring were rejecting him out of habit.

One morning, while reading a newspaper, he saw an advert:

"ZOO REQUIRES AN URGENT STAFF MEMBER. ATTRACTIVE SALARY."

His eyes widened.

Attractive salary?

In this economy?

My brother ironed his only white shirt and rushed for the interview.

At the zoo, the manager, Papa Lee, welcomed him warmly.

After a brief interview, the manager cleared his throat and said:

"Mr. Kay Law, we have a small problem."

"What problem, sir?"

"Our gorilla died last month."

"Oh... sorry about that."

"Unfortunately, the gorilla was our biggest tourist attraction."

Kay nodded sympathetically.

Then the manager continued:

"So we need somebody to wear a gorilla costume until we can afford another gorilla."

Silence.

Kay blinked.

The manager blinked.

The ancestors blinked.

"Excuse me?"

"Just wear the costume, jump around, beat your chest, and collect your salary."

My brothers and sisters...

The salary was so attractive that poverty immediately took over the negotiations.

Five minutes later, Kay was officially employed as Gorilla No. 1.

On his first day, he entered the cage.

Jumped around.

Beat his chest.

Roared.

The tourists loved him.

Children were excited.

People were taking photos.

Life was sweet.

By the second day, confidence entered his body.

He was now doing overtime gorilla activities.

Swinging.

Rolling.

Showing commitment.

Employee of the Month material.

Then disaster happened.

While showing off, Kay accidentally crossed into another enclosure.

He landed.

Looked up.

And froze.

Standing in front of him was a massive lion.

A very hungry-looking lion.

The lion stared.

Kay stared.

The lion took one step forward.

Kay's soul took three steps backward.

The lion growled.

RRRROOOOOAAARRRR!!!

The ground shook.

Birds flew away.

Tourists screamed.

Kay immediately forgot he was a gorilla.

His degree disappeared.

His training disappeared.

His salary disappeared.

He started shouting:

"HELP!!! HELP!!! HELP!!!"

The lion suddenly charged.

KABOOOM!!!

It pounced on him and pinned him to the ground.

At that moment, Kay saw his graduation ceremony flash before his eyes.

Then the lion leaned close to his ear and whispered:

"Kay Law... calm down."

Kay froze.

The lion continued:

"It's me... MT7 Degreez "

😳😳😳

"Your coursemate."

Kay nearly fainted.

The lion whispered again:

"Guy, don't panic."

"We are all hustling here."

Kay stared in disbelief.

The lion sighed and said:

"Brother, there are no jobs in this country."

Then MT7 pointed toward the crocodile pond.

"See that crocodile over there?"

Kay looked.

The crocodile winked.

Bilpam smiled.

"That's Lady Kola ."

"Your class coordinator."

At this point, Kay's brain officially resigned.

The crocodile raised one eye and shouted:

"Kay! You still owe me my research notes from second year!"

My brothers and sisters...

If you ever visit a zoo and an animal calls you by your full name...

Please go home.

The unemployment rate has gone too far.

🚶🏾‍♂️🚶🏾‍♂️🚶🏾‍♂️

Moral Lesson:
Before laughing at zoo animals, make sure they are not your former classmates.

😂😂😂

Good evening, my blue people.

✍🏾 Mariano,
Ghetto President ✊🏾

PUBLIC NOTICE TO ALL LADIES.

Some of you are online every day complaining:

"Men are not romantic."

"Men don't care anymore."

"Love is dead."

My sister...

Before you conclude that love is dead, answer one simple question:

Have you ever dated Muony Tonj?

Because if you have not dated Muony Tonj, then your research is incomplete.

Muony Tonj is not an ordinary boyfriend.

He is a ministry.

A movement.

A national resource.

A fully funded development partner.

You say your ex bought you flowers?

Cute.

Muony Tonj will buy you cows.

Not one cow.

Not two cows.

The kind of cows that have their own family tree.

You say your boyfriend protects you?

My sister...

Muony Tonj doesn't protect.

He OVER-protects.

If America, Russia and China combine forces against his girlfriend...

The man will roll up his sleeves and ask:

"Which one of them started it?"

Before the United Nations arrives, he has already organized reinforcement from Tonj.

The whole village is now emotionally invested in your safety.

You complain that your phone is old.

The next thing he is calculating how many cattle can be sold.

You mention Dubai.

He starts counting bulls.

You mention Turkey.

He starts evaluating family assets.

You mention Maldives.

His favorite cow suddenly becomes available for sale.

Because Muony Tonj believes that cattle can always come back.

But his girlfriend's happiness?

That one is national security.

Some of you are dating men who ask:

"Baby, can you lend me money till month end?"

Meanwhile Muony Tonj is busy selling half his herd because his girlfriend casually said:

"I have always wanted to see Istanbul."

The man doesn't hear "vacation."

He hears "mission."

The next thing, cows are holding emergency meetings.

Chairman Bull:
"Comrades, another one of us has been selected for Turkey."

And let me tell you something about jealousy.

Muony Tonj is not jealous.

He is a full-time intelligence agency.

The moment another man comments:

"Beautiful ❤️"

under your photo...

Investigations begin immediately.

Before sunset, your boyfriend already knows:

- His clan.
- His village.
- His grandfather.
- His cattle camp.
- His primary school results.

Ladies, let me not lie to you.

Those who are not dating Tonj men are missing premium content.

Because when Muony Tonj loves you...

He loves you with commitment.

With sacrifice.

With determination.

With cows.

Lots and lots of cows.

So before you complain that life is hard...

Ask yourself:

"Is life really hard... or am I simply not dating Muony Tonj?"

Disclaimer:
No Touny were consulted before writing this post. Any Muony Tonj who feels accurately represented should kindly stop selling the entire family herd.

✍🏾 Mariano,
Ghetto President ✊🏾

Please stop sleeping inside Bongo buses.

I repeat...

STOP SLEEPING INSIDE BONGO BUSES.

A certain lady was sleeping deeply in a bus today.

Everything was peaceful.

Passengers were minding their business.

The driver was driving.

The conductor was conducting.

Then suddenly...

The lady shouted from her dream:

"Alier, put on a condom! You will get infected!"

My brothers and sisters...

The bus became silent immediately.

Even the engine sounded confused.

Everybody turned around looking for Alier.

One old woman started praying.

A certain young man quietly adjusted his sitting position.

Meanwhile the lady was still sleeping comfortably, completely unaware that she had just exposed classified information.

The funniest part?

Nobody knew whether Alier was inside the bus or not.

But every Alier in South Sudan became suspect automatically.

Moral lesson:

If your dreams contain sensitive information, kindly stay awake during public transport.

Because dreams have destroyed many reputations.

🚶🏾‍♂️🚶🏾‍♂️🚶🏾‍♂️

✍🏾 Mariano,
Ghetto President ✊🏾

10 SIGNS YOU MAY BE DATING A STUBBORN GIRLFRIEND.

Disclaimer: Before anybody attacks me in the comment section, this is comedy. If the description matches you, please don't report me to your ancestors.

1. Her birthday falls somewhere between January and December.
If she was born in any month of the year, be careful. The stubbornness potential is there.

2. She is either short, average height, or tall.
Scientists are still researching this phenomenon.

3. Her shoe size is between 35 and 45.
Any size outside that range requires further investigation.

4. She likes plaiting her hair.
And when she finishes plaiting, her forehead shines so bright that pilots can use it for emergency landing at night.

5. She can be light-skinned, dark-skinned, chocolate-skinned, caramel-skinned, or any skin tone God created.
The stubbornness respects no complexion.

6. She gets emotional easily.
One minute she's laughing.
The next minute she's asking:
"So that's how you really feel about me?"
Meanwhile, all you said was:
"Pass me the remote."

7. Her mouth has no brake system.
She can threaten to deal with you, your ancestors, your future descendants, and the entire village.

But when it's time to carry a bucket of water...

"Baby please help me."

8. She acts tough but has a soft heart.
She will insult you at 8:00 AM.

Fight with you at 9:00 AM.

Then send you money for lunch at 10:00 AM.

Confusing species.

9. Earphones are permanently attached to her ears.
Sometimes you wonder if she's listening to music, podcasts, voice notes, or receiving instructions from headquarters.

10. She talks a lot around people she's comfortable with.
You ask:
"How was your day?"

Three hours later she's still explaining what happened between her colleague, her friend's cousin, a market woman, and a chicken.

And somehow all the stories are connected.

BONUS SIGN:

After reading this post, she says:
"This is nonsense."

But secretly shares it with three friends.

Tag that stubborn girlfriend, wife, sister, or friend before they see this and tag themselves.

✍🏾 Mariano,
Ghetto President ✊🏾

HOW TO TREAT YOUR WIFE.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

1. Don’t shout at your
wife when you are
talking. It really
hurts her.
Proverbs 15:1

2. Do not speak evil
of her to anyone.
Your wife will become
who you call her.
Gen. 2:19

3. Do not share her love
or affection with another
woman.
It is called Adultery.
Matt. 5:28

4. Never compare your
wife to another woman.
If the other woman was
good for you, God would
have given her to you.
2 Cor. 10:12

5. Be gentle and
accommodating. She
has sacrificed so much
to be with you.
It hurts her deeply
when you are hash
and irritating.
Be tender.
Eph. 4:2

6. Hide nothing from her.
You are now one and
she’s your helpmate.
Let there be no secret
you are keeping
from her.
Gen. 2:25

7. Do not make negative
comment about her
body. She risked her
life and beauty to carry
your babies. She is a
living soul not just
flesh and blood.
Proverbs 18:22

8. Do not let her body
determine her worth.
Cherish and appreciate
her even till old age.
Eph. 5:29

9. Never shout at her
in the public and in
private. If you have
an issue to sort with
her, do it in the privacy
of your room.
Matt. 1:19

10. Thank and appreciate
her for taking good
care of you, the kids
and the house. It is
a great sacrifice she
is making.
1 Thesso. 5:18

11. All women cannot
cook the same way;
appreciate your
wife’s food.
It is not easy to cook
three meals a day,
365 days a year
for several years.
Pro. 31:14

12. Never place your
siblings before her.
She is your wife.
She is one with you.
She must come
before your family.
Gen. 2:24

13. Invest seriously in
her spiritual growth.
Buy books, tapes and
any material that will
edify her & strengthen
her walk with God.
That’s the best thing
you can do for her.
Eph. 5:26

14. Spend time with her
to do Bible study
and pray.
James 5:16

15. Make time to play
with her and enjoy
her company.
Remember when you
are dead, she’s gonna
be by your grave but
your friends may be
too busy to attend
your funeral.
Ecc. 9:9

16. Never use money
to manipulate or
control her. All your
money belongs to
her. She is a joint heir
with you of the
grace of God.
1 Pet. 3:7

17. Do not expose her
weakness. You will be
exposing yourself too.
Be a shield around her.
Eph. 5:30

18. Honour her parents
and be kind to her
siblings.
. 8:2

19. Never cease to tell
her how much you
love her all the days
of her life. Women
are never tired of
hearing that.
Eph. 5:25

20. Grow to be like Jesus.
That’s the only way
you can be a good
and godly Christlike husband..
Rom. 8:29

Women do I have a witness?

✍️ Mariano,
Ghetto President ✊

Last weekend, I was inside a bar peacefully cooling my body with some chilled drinks.

The legendary DUK NAYIM by Papa Lee was blasting from the speakers.

Life was sweet.

The drink was entering correctly.

The music was healing my ancestors.

I was minding my business for once in my life.

A rare achievement.

Then disaster happened.

Across the bar, I saw one guy arguing with his girlfriend.

I wasn't paying much attention until...

KPWAAAAA!!!

The guy landed a slap so loud that even the bottles on my table looked shocked.

My brothers and sisters...

The slap had surround sound.

I felt it in my kidneys.

My drink almost applied for asylum.

The girl held her cheek in disbelief.

The entire bar went silent.

Even Papa Lee sounded concerned.

Immediately, anger entered my body.

Why would a man slap a woman like that?

In public for that matter.

What if that was his sister somebody else was slapping?

What if that was my sister?

What if that was the daughter of a rich man?

Questions were entering my head like unpaid bills.

I looked around.

Nobody was moving.

Nobody was talking.

Nobody was volunteering.

At that moment, my foolish spirit whispered:

"Mariano, stand for justice."

My common sense replied:

"Sit down and finish your drink."

Unfortunately, I listened to the wrong voice.

I stood up.

Finished my drink dramatically.

Dropped the glass.

Adjusted my shirt.

And marched toward them like United Nations Special Envoy for Relationship Affairs.

I pointed at the guy.

"Young man!"

He turned.

"What?"

I cleared my throat.

"Why would you slap a lady like that? Has she committed a crime?"

The guy looked at me.

Then looked at his girlfriend.

Then looked back at me.

"It doesn't concern you," he said calmly.

"Even if I beat her, what is your business?"

My brothers and sisters...

That should have been my cue to leave.

But no.

The spirit of unnecessary bravery had already possessed me.

I pointed again.

"You are a heartless man!"

The entire bar turned to watch.

I was now giving TED Talk.

"You cannot treat a woman this way! We have human rights!"

Somewhere in my mind, common sense was crying.

The guy stood up slowly.

Very slowly.

The kind of slowly that makes your ancestors start packing luggage.

"Leave this place."

"No!"

I thundered.

"If you are a lion, I am a hunter!"

Lie.

Dangerous lie.

The only thing I hunt is discounts.

The guy sighed.

Then, just to annoy me, he dragged his girlfriend closer and...

KPWAAAAA!!!

Another slap.

Even louder than the first.

Then he smiled.

"So... what can you do?"

My blood boiled.

My brain switched off.

And before wisdom could intervene...

I slapped him.

KPWAAAAA!!!

The whole bar froze.

The music stopped.

The fans stopped rotating.

Even my destiny stopped moving.

The guy touched his cheek.

Looked at me.

Then started laughing.

Not normal laughter.

Villain laughter.

The kind of laughter people make before somebody disappears.

Before I knew it...

He grabbed my waist.

Lifted me up.

And dropped me down like sack of onions.

BOOM!

The earth shook.

The first slap he gave me...

I saw stars.

Not ordinary stars.

Constellations.

I identified three new planets.

The second slap...

My brothers and sisters...

I saw fire.

Actual fire.

I started hearing voices from people who weren't present.

Immediately I switched from activist to victim.

"Achiek Nhialic! Yecu Krritho!"

I began praying in all available languages.

The guy grabbed my shirt.

"You wanted justice?"

At that point, justice had left the country.

I turned to the girl.

"Sister please help me! I was defending you!"

The girl folded her arms.

"Did I ask you to defend me?"

EH???

Excuse me???

Madam???

The same person I was risking my future for???

She looked away.

"I didn't send you."

At that moment I realized something.

I had entered somebody else's movie without auditioning.

The guy pointed at me.

"Don't move."

Then he walked away looking for something.

Something dangerous.

Maybe a plank.

Maybe a chair.

Maybe my obituary.

My brothers and sisters...

The moment he disappeared around the corner...

I removed my shoes.

I removed my dignity.

I removed my commitment to justice.

And I RAN.

Not ordinary running.

Olympic final running.

I ran so fast that if you had blinked, you would have thought I transformed into smoke.

I ran through streets.

I ran through shortcuts.

I ran through my childhood memories.

I didn't stop until I reached my compound.

Till today, I have learned my lesson.

Relationship matters are more dangerous than politics.

The people fighting today may reconcile tomorrow.

But the peacemaker?

The peacemaker will be eating painkillers.

As for me...

I have retired from relationship intervention.

I did not study Peace and Conflict Resolution.

And if you ever see me trying to separate another couple...

Please call me immediately.

Not Mariano.

Not Ghetto President.

Call me MUMU MAN.

✍🏾 Mariano,
Ghetto President ✊🏾

Yesterday, I was stepping out when I saw my neighbor's little boy playing in the compound.

The boy and I are very close.

In fact, I trusted him enough to leave him with a very important assignment.

Big mistake.

I walked up to him, patted his head and said:

"My boy, I am going out and I may not return soon."

He nodded seriously.

I continued:

"If anybody comes looking for me and it's a man, tell him I travelled and won't be back until next week."

The boy nodded again.

Then I lowered my voice.

"But if it's a lady..."

The boy leaned closer.

"Tell her to wait for me because I only crossed the street and I'll be back shortly."

The little guy smiled confidently.

"Okay Uncle, I understand."

Mission accomplished.

Or so I thought.

About an hour later, a married couple came looking for me.

Unknown to the boy, they were Jehovah's Witnesses moving around the neighborhood preaching.

The husband knocked on my door.

Immediately the boy sprang into action like an FBI informant.

He ran toward them.

"Sir, he is not around."

The man smiled.

"Oh, have you seen him today?"

The boy replied confidently:

"No. He travelled."

The man nodded.

"When will he be back?"

The boy folded his arms and said:

"Next week."

The husband sighed.

"Okay. Thank you."

He then turned to his wife and gestured that they should leave.

Case closed.

Or so they thought.

They had barely taken two steps when the boy suddenly shouted:

"AUNTY!"

The woman stopped and turned around.

"Yes?"

The boy pointed at the husband.

"No, not both of you."

Confusion immediately entered the atmosphere.

The husband froze.

The wife frowned.

The boy continued:

"Only HIM should go."

Silence.

The wife blinked twice.

"What do you mean?"

The boy smiled proudly, happy that he remembered the instructions correctly.

"Uncle said if a man comes, tell him he travelled and won't be back until next week."

The husband slowly turned toward his wife.

The wife slowly turned toward her husband.

The compound became a crime scene.

Then the boy delivered the finishing blow.

"But if a LADY comes..."

At this point I could feel danger approaching from another postcode.

The boy pointed across the road and announced:

"Uncle said you should wait for him because he only crossed the street and will soon come back."

My brothers and sisters...

The husband looked at his wife.

The wife looked at the husband.

The boy looked proud of himself.

And somewhere across town...

I sneezed.

Because somebody was definitely discussing my future.

Moral Lesson:

Never give children classified information.

They don't know how to lie.

They don't know how to filter information.

And they will expose you with the confidence of a government spokesperson.

✍🏾 Mariano,
Ghetto President ✊🏾

Hunger is not a good thing o.

And the worst part is that hunger has levels.

There is normal hunger.

There is serious hunger.

Then there is the type of hunger that starts showing you visions and making you negotiate with frozen soup.

I experienced that level some time ago.

I came back home late from work.

Tired.

Exhausted.

Starving.

As the husband material I am aspiring to become, I marched confidently into the kitchen.

Operation Rice and Soup was about to commence.

I poured water into a pot and placed it on the gas cooker.

Then I went to the freezer and brought out my precious packed soup.

The soup was frozen like it had traveled from Antarctica.

I dropped it inside water to defrost.

Everything was moving according to plan.

I even sat down proudly like a man whose future wife would one day say:

"My husband can cook."

Five minutes passed.

Ten minutes passed.

The water should have been boiling by now.

I walked back to the kitchen.

The water was still cold.

Not warm.

Not lukewarm.

COLD.

My brothers and sisters...

That was when I realized I forgot to turn on the gas.

Akarach!!! 😂😂😂

The hunger had already started reducing my IQ.

I immediately turned the k**b and tried to ignite the burner.

Nothing happened.

I tried again.

Nothing.

Again.

Nothing.

That's when reality slapped me.

THE GAS HAD FINISHED.

I checked the time.

Past 9 PM.

No gas station open.

No neighbor to borrow from.

No miracle in sight.

That was how the hunger upgraded from Level 3 to Level 10.

Immediately, strange things started happening.

I started seeing green.

My TV started showing black and white.

The fan was rotating but somehow I was hearing gospel music.

MT7 Degreez was singing on TV but my ears were hearing Nicky Prince.

At one point I almost greeted my refrigerator.

My body was physically present in the house, but my spirit had started looking for food elsewhere.

I sat down and started fanning myself.

The hunger was doing press-ups inside my stomach.

As man no wan die...

I made a painful decision.

I took the frozen soup.

Not fully defrosted.

Not properly melted.

Just partially surrendered.

Then I brought bread.

My brothers and sisters...

I soaked the bread inside the icy soup.

Everything cold.

Soup cold.

Bread cold.

Life cold.

I looked at it.

It looked back at me.

We both knew this wasn't right.

But survival has no pride.

I told the food:

"Don't worry. Once you enter my stomach, everybody will warm up."

And I ate it.

Like a refugee receiving humanitarian aid.

After eating that abomination, I slept off immediately.

The next morning, I woke up and saw the leftovers.

I stared at them.

They stared at me.

I pitied myself.

Honestly.

I asked myself:

"Mariano, is this what your life has become?"

I brushed my teeth.

Took my bath.

And headed straight to one food joint at Hong-Kong.

That morning, I ordered food like a man compensating himself for emotional damage.

Every spoonful felt like therapy.

Every bite felt like forgiveness.

That's when I realized something.

Hunger is not good for the soul.

It can make a reasonable person commit culinary crimes.

It can make you eat combinations that should be investigated by the police.

May God protect all of us from the type of hunger that makes frozen soup look like a five-star meal.

Amen.

✍️ Mariano,
Ghetto President ✊🏾

Special Get Together Party For All My PAGE Followers

All drinks and food on me

Date :- 06,06 2026

Time: - 5pm

Dress code smart casual.

Venue: - 世界上有太多的人在挨饿。

Make sure you don't miss it.

✍️ Mariano,
Ghetto President ✊.

This year, I made a solemn vow before God, my ancestors, and the bump on my forehead:

🚫 I WILL MIND MY BUSINESS.

No more peacemaking.

No more conflict resolution.

No more United Nations peacekeeping operations.

No more "Mariano please come and settle this matter."

I have retired.

Permanently.

The reason is simple.

Last year, my neighbor and his wife were having one of those legendary marital battles that make even witches stop flying to watch.

Plates were flying.

Insults were flying.

Furniture was considering relocation.

As a good Samaritan, I rushed there to restore peace.

I entered the compound with confidence.

"Please, let's be mature!"

"Violence solves nothing!"

"We are all human beings!"

Very powerful speech.

Very inspiring speech.

Very useless speech.

Because while I was busy quoting peace and unity, an object had already been launched from the enemy camp.

A frying pan.

Not ordinary frying pan.

This was a military-grade frying pan.

A frying pan personally trained by special forces.

My brothers and sisters...

The thing flew across the compound like it had GPS.

It ignored everybody.

Ignored the husband.

Ignored the children.

Ignored the goat.

Ignored the neighbors.

It came looking specifically for me.

BOOOOM!!!

Direct hit.

Center forehead.

Perfect landing.

Even airport pilots don't land with that kind of accuracy.

The next thing I remember was waking up three hours later asking why everybody was speaking so loudly.

The injury was so serious that Google Maps now recognizes the bump on my forehead as a tourist attraction.

Till today I wear face caps.

People think I'm following fashion trends.

Fashion ke?

I'm hiding evidence.

The bump is now old enough to vote.

Since that day I swore:

"Mariano, if two people are fighting, keep moving."

"Even if they are rolling on the ground."

"Even if one person is hanging from ceiling fan."

"KEEP MOVING."

Fast forward to today.

I was going to the market to Chill with my friends.

Simple mission.

Chill and come back.

No distractions.

As I was walking peacefully, I saw one beautiful lady.

My brothers and sisters...

This was not a woman.

This was an event.

Tall.

Elegant.

Chocolate-skinned.

Walking like she paid subscription for gravity reduction.

The kind of beauty that makes responsible men forget what they went to do.

Immediately I forgot my Chilling Zone.

Forgot my mother's instructions.

Forgot my account balance.

Forgot my future.

I was admiring her respectfully when suddenly...

KPAAAAAA!!!

I heard bottle break somewhere.

I turned.

Two Weet Atut boys fighting.

One was holding a bottle.

The other was holding two bottles.

The crowd was already running.

My spirit immediately shouted:

"MARIAAAANOOO! KEEP WALKING!"

My brain agreed.

My forehead agreed.

Even the bump started vibrating as warning signal.

But my foolish humanitarian heart started speaking again.

"What if somebody gets injured?"

"What if they need help?"

"What if peace must prevail?"

Satan, is that you?

Now one boy has picked a chair.

The other one has picked a crate.

The crowd is shouting.

The market women are climbing tables.

One goat has already evacuated itself from the area.

And somehow...

Somehow...

My legs are already moving towards them.

Anyway...

Let me quickly separate these people.

After this one, I will mind my business completely.

If you don't hear from me again...

Check me in the hospital.

Tell the beautiful girl in the market I was interested.

And most importantly...

Tell the doctors to leave the other side of my forehead alone.

There is no more space.

🚶🏾‍♂️🚶🏾‍♂️🚶🏾‍♂️

✍🏾 Mariano,
Ghetto President ✊🏾