Stressed out
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Dernière publication dim., déc. 29, 2024
Idealna kobieta. Taka , o której każdy mężczyzna marzy. Taka jaką każda inna kobieta chciała by być. Ciężko wymienić wiele sytuacji, które by były w stanie ją złamać. Ma swoje racje i priorytety. Jest inteligenta. Jedna z najbardziej rozpoznawalnych twarzy świata. Zdecydowanie nie można powiedzieć, że jest tajemnicza. Jest otwarta i pewna siebie. Jednak jej historia nie jest taka piękna. Skrywa wiele zagadek. Aurora Cleopatra Black. Coś jednak musi pójść nie po jej myśli . Zaczyna się potykać, a z każdym razem coraz ciężej jej się podnieść . Jednak kto by mógł się z tym uporać jak nie ona ?
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