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Girl, I don't know what we read in all I see is your shirt and them fat ass lips like girl. Where's your face? I don't know about that, but I'd say like you're alive
Yo Risma, I lost my treasure, can I see it? It's your treasure, see if I can find it. Or big guys, if they grab up my thighs, blow up my guts like a fortune to lie, if they keep I might just cry