Another masterpiece from the Dorcel studio. Again, mysterious and very sublime facial expressions, business suits, twilight and contempt. Or the studio was taken over by an Artificial Intelligence that froze, or a pensioner with dementia. One way or another, you need to reboot already. It’s difficult to comment on this trash, but we’ll try. Group sex with a black man and mature chicks. A vague binding that disappears as quickly as it appears. Prestige and pathos, shirts and tires. If all this is worth it, then you have inexplicable taste, respect!
