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rankhun   

Vincent, 36 y.o.
Tallinn, Estonia [Current City]
Lyon, France [Hometown]

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Education

High school

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international seller and ID


Joined 7 years ago, profile updated 24 days ago.

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Reply - Conversation - Dec 20
Avec le pote en direct qui mixe avec ma carte son sur mon ordi a distance ^^
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this site is better - xstripx.com
Reply - Conversation - Aug 17, 2023
music with the pic, if u want the lyrics :*


I soar above my grave
I sneer like an ominous bird
I inaugurate my soul at the hour of my death
I whisper these words you won't hear
I see them feeling sorry for a stiff
Today get their asses off their sofas
Time caught up with me when I saw them
Them from whom I no longer expected anything during my lifetime
These whiners and their junk friendships
Dark glasses, crocodile tears
When the slaps get lost, I wanted their heads
These fat shits don't wanna repay their debts
Yesterday again these traitors have to put it on me
My only regret is not to disappear
I would have liked their skins I see their disarray
At the dawn of my rest they already saw themselves as kings
I would have done everything for you, ask the partners
Will these false brethren begin to pray for me?
All those sneaky, sacrilegious Pharisees
My family is moving away and my heart is lightening
The silence of cowards no great unpacking
Me and my entourage in deep discord
So I take a look at my last honors
From the top of my happiness I see my coffin
All these assholes in mourning in a mechanical way
Collect themselves, the black color suits them so badly
Six feet under their talons, my complexion so pale
Their serious violins is not the main
The undecided who today make their number
Are the same who once turned their backs on me
I've had my share of dirty tricks let's be honest
Sabotage my journey from the beginning
Their thanks, their signs of the cross
Like bandages on fucking wooden legs
The weight of their consciences does not encumber them
Why trust them in their mea culpa?
Countless low blows to plead guilty
But my enemies are nothing to fear
Here lies now the fakes that matter to me
I only hear the melody of resentment
Resentment...resentment...resentment
Reply - Conversation - Aug 17, 2023
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lRMhG16A0sw
Reply - Conversation - Aug 17, 2023
And the drums starting......
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