Néné
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MatureOngoing8m
Last published Fri, Mar 30, 2018
It was many years ago when I crossed paths with the one person that would forever haunt me, a young woman that smoke like a chimney, swore like a trucker and drank like a sailor by the name of Néné. Just Néné.
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