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It was a rainy evening, I was returning from work, slowly walking through the park with an umbrella in my hands, thinking about life. And, frankly, the picture that I saw can only be seen in romantic comedies, when the turning point comes and everyone feels bad.
The guy was sitting on a bench, leaning forward, smoking a cigarette. Raised the gate, a little protected her from the rain. He was completely wet, to the skin. A trickle was already flowing from the hair, and on the bench was a telephone that was already pretty buggy with water. Pa ...
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The guy was sitting on a bench, leaning forward, smoking a cigarette. Raised the gate, a little protected her from the rain. He was completely wet, to the skin. A trickle was already flowing from the hair, and on the bench was a telephone that was already pretty buggy with water. Pa ...
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I have a twofold attitude towards club life, on the one hand: loud music, a smell of tobacco and drunk people make melancholy, on the other: beautiful guys stinging for time. It happens of course not very beautiful.
In each city there is a club to which grown-up daddies come in to take down a youngster for the night, I prefer such clubs. I am not a prostitute, but I take some very good money from them, just for the pleasure. In addition, no one helps me in life, and the salary is small, well, I cried ...
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In each city there is a club to which grown-up daddies come in to take down a youngster for the night, I prefer such clubs. I am not a prostitute, but I take some very good money from them, just for the pleasure. In addition, no one helps me in life, and the salary is small, well, I cried ...
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