I go on the street. A couple of girls aged 15-16. One another tells a love story about herself and her boyfriend:

“And here he says to me, ‘When I met you, princess, I loved you at first sight!’... Fuck, I was so roasted, Fuck, here he told a fairy tale, Fuck!

Guys, where do you find these roaring horses, and why do you call them princesses? What is the attraction to centaurs?