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Баронесса без изъяна Лопала банкиров рьяно — То ботфорте, то пиано, Мастер Плётки и Баяна. В золоте шмалят рассветы, Языки горят в каретах. Знаешь, Дьявол носит Прада? Ну, встречайте: их бин Яна. 👉 Bloch-Bauer & Adele · 2020 · Signature Privée
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Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 2:04 AM UTC
♠️ Баронесса без изъяна
Короли снимали на видео Свои пиздаватые оргии И вручали за лучшие кадры Премию «Соскар» в ответ. Победила графиня Изаура За фильм «Даная на выезде», А Белла Роза Спортзадовна Вручила ей в Жизнь партбилет. 👉 Bloch-Bauer & Adele · 2020 · Signature Privée
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Aug 1, 2025
Aug 1, 2025 at 9:23 PM UTC
♠️ Короли снимали на видео
Blossom as the morning leads the day. Find thy energy and stamina, find the next step and don’t look behind. You have the belief in thee, even though we can never see. From me to the world that be— may peace and truth thrive. As bees leave behind livelihood, let us leave a love so true and infinite. Bubbles will come along as the summer days return. Suddenly, we will be filled with the audacity to dare, we will access courage unknown to air. For water shall always move with grace, with least viscosity— being easy allows room for joy’s powerful outreach. Keeping away from the ***** and corrupted, staying on course with the fluidity of the universe’s microwave background waves, finding solid ground upon the humble omnipotence of eternal springs of summer. But once in a while, a Buttercup shall we be. Every once in a while, shall our tears run free, hidden inside in our hearts burdened— only for the mascara to never be washed off. Bravery through anger, kept pure by heavenly rage. Like Angel Michael’s flame of death upon El Diablo’s head, her fury shall always be unfathomed, her love shall never be tainted. And with certain destruction— shall Mojo Jojo scream for mercy!!!
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Mar 23, 2025
Mar 23, 2025 at 10:05 PM UTC
The PowerPuff Girls
She sits on a stool in the kitchen The last of the evening sun caressing her face She spent the last 2 hours dancing Her body being moved by the music Freedom flowing through her veins She couldn't talk that day All she could do was allow her body its voice Trusting it to show her the way She lit 4 candles One for each of them Her mother Her sister Her grandmother And her Her body moving Freeing each of them as she moved Past present and future dancing Secrets whispered and revealed through her body
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Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 5:35 AM UTC
Evening Sun