Tenk you, Louse Herrera for saving me from the fight with my parents when yesterday I came home late wearing only my underwear. I entrusted myself to you, and you cursed them so well. So after that they didn’t say anything to me. You were awesome, Louse!

From the bottom of my heart, I want to thank Saint Ochoa. When my fiancé tried to escape from the church after we had paid for the wedding and also leaving me pregnant, He heard my prayers and stopped the bastard right before the exit from the church. I thank for the miracle.

I give thanks to the Handsome Peralta. My family arrived at the bar to stop me from spending my fortnight salary on drink. But it was my fucking money! So I prayed to the Handsome, who came from the heaven and scared the shit out of them. And I continued to drink in peace. Thanks you, Handsome!