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| Puzzled |
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| Salty nothings |
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| I could eat my way into perdition |
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| What in the world can make a brown eyed girl turn blue? |
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| Yeah! Fishy-fishy-fishy! Slurp. |
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| Anyway, like I was sayin', shrimp is the fruit of the sea. You can barbecue it, boil it, broil it, bake it, saute it. |
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| Perfumed with rose petals, flavored with oils and dusted with sugar |
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| Try walking in my shoes |
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| All sparks will bur out in the end |
Etichete: istanbul, Postcards, turcia, wanderlust