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Mar 2019
Friday evening, 100 years seen in seconds. What can this

world need right now? A busy city, sirens going beserk all over

again & again. Friday nights are for fun, social opinions, close,

and then extremely close. I need a streetrace, crashing before

I finish, a hologram. Dad is not dead. Fraction is timeless here.
Friday evening when ngo.
Tipon
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Tipon  20/M/Netherlands
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