Inspo are these lyrics from "ghetto defendant" by the Clash. The ghetto prince of gutter poets Was bounced out of the room (Jean Arthur Rimbaud) By the bodyguards of greed For disturbing the tomb (eighteen-seventy-three) His words like flamethrowers (paris commune) Burnt the ghettos in their chests His face was painted whiter And he was laid to rest (died in Marseille)

Also I spend like 5 hours on this stupid picture of Narancia

Thank you :D

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