Seeing the vicissitudes of Mickey Rourke no longer gives me a sexy feeling, and I don't have the urge to hug wildly.
But I also really want to wait for him to accompany him when he looks at his daughter with sadness.
Wrestling is his love, and he just doesn't want to quit the thing he's so good at and he likes.
So many admirers, the past years can't dampen the glorious image of the sledgehammer in their eyes.
He's not greedy for money, he's not greedy for beauty, you see he loves that single mother who works as a stripper.
He is also not greedy for status, not as handsome as before, but still as approachable, not arrogant and greedy.
His life is poor, he is willing to go to the supermarket to sell food, and his brilliance is suitable for the wrestling ring.
Dying there is a feeling of belonging.
It's a sad story, especially with this song.
He has a daughter who loves him, see how sad she cries when she is disappointed.
He has a friend who loves him, and sees her desperately wanting to go and dissuade him from dying.
He has a group of us who look at him and feel sorry for him.
But he left quietly.
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