𝗇𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗈𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗂𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗈, 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗋 𝗈 𝖽𝗈𝗅𝗈𝗋... 𝗇𝖺𝖽𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗈 𝗅𝖺 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺 𝖾𝗇 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝗉𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗌 𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖺𝗌. 𝗇𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗒 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗋𝗈 𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗓𝖺, 𝗌𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖽𝗈 𝗈 𝗏𝗂𝗌𝗂ó𝗇 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗀𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗋𝖺 𝖾𝗇 𝗊𝗎𝖾 𝗍ú 𝗅𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗌 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺 𝗇𝗈𝖼𝗁𝖾. 𝗌𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗅𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾, 𝗇𝗈 𝗉𝗎𝖾𝖽𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗃𝖺𝗋 𝖽𝖾 𝗈𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾.
  • fc; dove cameron. (cuenta reciclada)
  • JoinedSeptember 18, 2018