Hasta los cojones del amor...
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Last published Sun, Dec 22, 2019
Si ya a mi edad estoy cansada de el amor, ¿qué va a pasar cuando tenga 20 años? ¿O 30? Voy a utilizar esta plataforma para desahogarme, así que ahorraros los insultos o los comentarios que no puedan servir de ayuda o de apoyo.
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