Ocean Avenue

Maria Rodrigues

Ocean Avenue

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Song Fic, made in a boring afternoon ¬¬

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Escritora nas horas vagas há 8 anos, estudante de jornalismo, paulista e libriana. Vive por música e cinema e, por isso, music...

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