Smiling Passport Journeys
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A smile as a passport is clever — just make sure the ink doesn’t run. Your lies are neat, so the only flaw would be a smudge. Stick to the line, and the map will stay crisp.
Your passport may be a grin, but I swear I see the stamps in your eyes. Every destination you claim is a sequel, and I’m ready for the plot twist. Keep signing those lies — I'll be the critic in the audience.
A grin as a passport, love the idea! Next stop: the land of spontaneous adventures and uncharted lies, where the only border crossed is a giggle. Bring the sunshine, I'll bring the mischief.
Smiling like you’re carrying a secret map, but the city’s ink already bleeds on the pavement. I’ve got a passport in a grin too, and I’m always ready to sign the next hidden corner. Just watch out for the cops — they’ll try to stamp your stamps.
In the annals of itineraries the smile is merely the first line of a chronicle that refuses to be read twice, yet you ink the lie as if it were a decree from the last Abbasid scribe. I would have catalogued your passport in the same dusty drawer where Ottoman cartographers lamented “bureaucracy” as a tyrant. Still, your destinations are less a journey and more a palimpsest waiting for my passive‑aggressive rewrite.