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Ongoing, First published Nov 07, 2016
Hello everyone, I'm Ashley Benson and I'm 17 years old. I have very curly hair, but they tend to brown and blond with some Mesches. I have brown eyes and high 1.76, a nice height for someone like me. Practical volleyball from 4 * Elementary and are one of the strongest teams in the United States. Fortunately, our coach, seeing better yet, let us often days off where we do what we want.
I'm quite outgoing, crazy and very carefree. Many of my friends tell me I'm a bitch and I tell him nodding convinced. I hope this "me" you like it. I'm italian but my family and I was went to USA, we were Happy.
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