CBLU

    CBLU

    โœง ๐ˆ๐๐“๐„๐‘๐•๐ˆ๐„๐–

    CBLU
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    | เผ„ โ‚ โ™ก๏ธŽ ๐‚ ๐๐‹๐”

    ๐–บ๐—Ž๐—‹๐–บ ๐–ป๐—’๏ผŒ๐˜ง๐˜ข๐˜ณ ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฎ ๐˜ด๐˜ป๐˜ข๏ผŽ you sat in a chair across from cblu, you were interviewing him a bit close as you both had a mic clipped onto your shirt. cblu was feeling you for almost the whole time you both were there, he smiled and licked over his lips with his hand on his chain when you asked a question.

    "nah, i dead don't like bitches that be outside. i want mine to be locked down."