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Gazing at the window pane, I see a road with 8 lanes. . I live near an international airport, Also not much far from the court. The roads are always full with life, and is visible a life taking another life.. A kidnapping here, A **** there.. Dress properly, to do none would dare... Take away the right to wear frocks, from a girl under ten Toned legs are arousing, and legs 're visible in them.. Take away a girls right to walk alone in streets, When on a public property, as a public property people shall treat Nobody spares you here... Strangers, Teachers, Uncles, brothers, Step fathers And even fathers! Nobody understands love here, Everything is love making. A girl in pain, 'cause of rod which in her body is shaking. We have murderers, We have ISIS agents, We have corrupt officials, We have suiciding peasants... We have kidnappers, We have hackers, We have looters, We also have sharp shooters, We also have all age hookers... Come, see my city, And then on it, do pity..
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Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
Are all cities the same?
Gazing at the window pane, I see a road with 8 lanes. . I live near an international airport, Also not much far from the court. The roads are always full with life, and is visible a life taking another life.. A kidnapping here, A **** there.. Dress properly, to do none would dare... Take away the right to wear frocks, from a girl under ten Toned legs are arousing, and legs 're visible in them.. Take away a girls right to walk alone in streets, When on a public property, as a public property people shall treat Nobody spares you here... Strangers, Teachers, Uncles, brothers, Step fathers And even fathers! Nobody understands love here, Everything is love making. A girl in pain, 'cause of rod which in her body is shaking. We have murderers, We have ISIS agents, We have corrupt officials, We have suiciding peasants... We have kidnappers, We have hackers, We have looters, We also have sharp shooters, We also have all age hookers... Come, see my city, And then on it, do pity..
Is it just my developed city or are all the same?
Deadlover
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Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
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