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baddas:mama's girl (.. 1996) to the producer she spoke, don't you dare lift a word from your lips. she stuffed it with a cigarette, with no smoke in it.

< @NAiKED > “we've talk about it last night with the margarita you hold like that, are you drunk?” the question he now remembered before he went back to sleep, you saw his hair was dull and limp before he was about to voice it. It's not like that, I will appear charming above them as long as I don't know what familiar is. look at my flat stomach, my lips are flowing beautiful eyes at the view you took from before you have observed. adole—scent, not in London you hope that your God will make you like me, but it is questionable whether he agrees.

mau ngerombak nangti

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haihau

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aku list yg curang.