Walking narrow path with precipice near; Lost of love becomes citizen of fear. Away, away, must you both be, not just one. Thus, marriage ménage de trois has begun. In the lost land of war, there must be whore; what art of Louvre citizens there old adore? The war awakens afresh without homeward trek, Finding new battles to make marriage a wreck. What woman can find herself both near and far? Now, lost love's children grant marriage's disbar. A man is not woman, nor need be at land's war. Send ..
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ohziwan 5 months ago
@ohziwan at least she can sing eh...
joshrahland 4 months ago
Sorry but she's a COP CATER!
KaleenaKhangTRF 7 months ago
=)) super cover =))
MrHakeo 11 months ago
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MrTubacle 1 year ago
...not the lost of love to fend Woman of War.
MrTubacle 1 year ago
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MrTubacle 1 year ago
Thanx !! ^^
tantan310 2 years ago