East America
A tropical version of your aunt’s house, but with more mosquitoes and less hope.
I thought East America was a vacation, but it turned out to be my aunt’s house, but with more mosquitoes.
My cousin went to Puerto Rico and now he’s just a man who’s been bitten by a million mosquitoes.
I tried to go to East America, but I ended up in my aunt’s house with no Wi-Fi and a million mosquitoes.
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