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Última publicación sáb, dic 23, 2017
bonjour,
je me présente, mon nom c'est yousra,
je suis marocaine, et j'ai 16 ans.
ma mère est une latine et mon père, lui un marocain.
mon crush c mehdi , ma soeur c'est kenza et au cours de l'histoire, il y aura pleins difficulté a surmonteer ;))
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