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“The definition of beauty is badly stuck in a triangular cage. 1. Puffy lips look like a bad version of duck lips. 2. big breasts like watermelon and 3. heavy bum like an elephant. The gentle expression of praising the beauty is also vanished, Now everything is sexy. It means influencing sex desire only, nothing more, just one feeling nothing more.”

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"Zaki's Gift Of Love"

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