Zulu
Sullivan Delanoë   Ile-de-France, France
 
 
At the place where the rivers throw themselves into the sea forms a barrier difficult to cross, and great foaming backwashes where dance the wrecks. Between the night of the outside and the light of the lamp, memories poured back from darkness, banging against brightness and, at times submerged, at times exposed, flaunted their white bellies and their silvery backs.

My address :
42, rue du chemin de fer,
78380, Bougival
France
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Comentarios
marion 28 DIC 2021 a las 11:28 
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Djinnee 1 NOV 2021 a las 6:59 
HEY ZULU ( ° ͜ʖ͡°)╭∩╮
Boulder punching asshole 19 OCT 2021 a las 8:10 
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le Bulbasaurus☺ 10 SEP 2021 a las 6:16 
Djinnee 15 JUN 2021 a las 12:47 
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SˡᵃʸᵉR Akagami 15 JUN 2021 a las 12:32 
I sexually Identify as French. Ever since I was a boy I dreamed of hon honing under l'arc de triomphe dropping hot sticky crepes on disgusting tourists. People say to me that a person being a French is Impossible and I’m ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ retarded but I don’t care, I’m beau. I’m having a plastic surgeon install a large nose, goatee and finely aged baguettes on my body. From now on I want you guys to call me Sullivan and respect my right to surrender from below and surrender needlessly. If you can’t accept me you’re a francophobe and need to check your anglosphere privilege. Thank you for being so understanding.