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TS WHEY TE IN WERE TO BAREI MAY? TOWS TO IN WERe S FOD PEE BARD I

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11 days ago

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SSD-1B

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TS WHEY TE IN WERE TO BAREI MAY? TOWS TO IN WERe S FOD PEE BARD I
You put your left leg out, the right leg in Say the hustle is out and the rock is in 'Bout a quarter to four somebody was at your door And you wondered who it was
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You put your left leg out, the right leg in Say the hustle is out and the rock is in 'Bout a quarter to four somebody was at your door And you wondered who it was
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A little left hand, right hand in the air And you sway 'em like you just don't care You put your left leg out, the right leg in Say the hustle is out and the rock is in 'Bout a quarter to four somebody was at your door
Fiona's always honing her skills whether by sea or in the city. So it's no surprise to find her in the gym after our last shoot, putting her lean limbs through their paces. The weights are flying as I sneak glances through my viewfinder. Sweat beads her braided brow but those forest-bright eyes stay sharp as flint. Each rep's a dance in its own right, muscles sculpted from a life lived close to bone. You can take the girl from the wildwood but never the wildwood from the girl! Some may find her
muscle viking back on his knees on a plazza, hands on the sand of the shore, ready to have his bloody back opened for execution and lungs open to the outside: this is the blood eagle ritual execution
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