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Red lipstick matching my bikini curly hair full of salt falling on my tan lines that’s how I remember French Riviera. Every time we drink whiskey things get little risky and I kissed you last year hope to kiss you again in French Riviera. The truth is I have never been there but that’s how I imagine French Riviera
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Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 2:56 PM UTC
French Riviera
Red lipstick matching my bikini curly hair full of salt falling on my tan lines that’s how I remember French Riviera. Every time we drink whiskey things get little risky and I kissed you last year hope to kiss you again in French Riviera. The truth is I have never been there but that’s how I imagine French Riviera
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Oct 6, 2019
Oct 6, 2019 at 2:56 PM UTC
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