FRANCE | Wednesday, 27 May 2015 | Views [146] | Scholarship Entry
“Jake told me he liked me and next minute he’s pashing Caz outside the bloody Moulin Rouge” shrieked Liz in her heavy Aussie accent, while her fake eyelashes was perilously close to falling off due to her bursting tear ducts. We were in our hotel lobby ... Read more >
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