I haven't eaten a bakla for a long time, I have an open can of polfarm, but lately I've only starred on the exits of mephedrone and nuts. Nevertheless, I once had torch sessions from this particular jar, I bought it from them, it was already after the beginning of the war, the drug worked for sure. Although the lyrics are more interesting, but I still love Buckla, this is my first GABA, my first time I remember, the magic is simple.
Slippers are a fucking thing. I've only had one gloomy turn of smog, you'll find it in my city, you'll find it, you should've taken a couple of hoards, but I didn't think it was going to be lost. So, frowning I sniffed, it was enough for four or five times, I don't remember. It was the New Year under him. And I liked the shoes better. If I also knew that this would happen, I would order it from them in much larger quantities, the money would allow. Tram, alas, is not close to the slipper, but if you mix it with the lyrics, then it becomes closer to him. And there are dreams, and noradrenaline side effects don't fuck all the time. I'd love to try some, but you'll find the fuck, bitch. Not even methadone, although I'm less interested in it.
Also is sure that in any city there are numbers of gypsies and/or Tajiks who sell frowns, but not through the sites. Alas, I don't know those numbers.