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Mar 2019
Sky high above Los Santos, smog experience, blasting

red dawn wide across. Everywhere is heaven, angle

shots. A streetfight, people moving like ants. Another shot

is taken, softly in his chest. Mission starting all over again.

The storyline or headline, how will it end? San Andreas,


I've been there, swimming? The place where it never

rains, only transparency & figher jets. Area splitting. Bird's

eye view, being here upgrades your reality, speeding. The

girls, muscular, and speechless. I've been here, sandbox

mission games. Found dead in redneck rampage, GTAV.
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Tipon
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Tipon  20/M/Netherlands
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