The Queen's Sandcastles
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Last published Sat, Jan 14, 2023
When Cassandra decided to take a pause and go on a vacancy for the first time in her life,then shit became real.
Her private jet crashed somewhere in Egypt. Her jet disappeared into thin air and there were no civilians even after miles of walking through the sand.
Shitty holyday, shitty airplain, shitty pilot,shitty sand that gets everywhere.Even in her underwear....she should have stayed at the military base and dealt with all the papers left,at least there she would not have to deal with this SHITTY heat.
WARNING: OFFENSIVE LANGUAGE ,MATURE THEMES AND SEXUAL CONTENT ARE PRESENT
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