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- Happy days
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- Cats
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- The bride
- Balcony
- A manly voice
- HAHAHAHA
- Cards organized
- Skirt
- Stealing
- The good old days
- The canton of Zürich
- Iran
- Reference
- Communication difficulties
- Hip
- Poor people
- Organized
- All alone
- What not to wear
- From 100 to -273
- The party goes on
- Chips passing in the night
- Hauptbahnhof
- What's not to love?
- Simply the best
- The love of my life
- Always something going on
- Lingual
- Packing up
- Nice Saturday
- Fucking Jehovas
- Kebab
- The key thing
- All the same
- 7 years marriage
- Odour
- Don't drink and drive
- Gizmo
- Another ad
- Sponsor
- Advertising
- Two left feet
- Up his ass
- Swiss doctors
- Sihl city
- A smiley apple
- Fuck Luther
- Whiny Germans
- Nice flat
- Anxiety
- A perfect Sunday
- Plan B
- On thin ice
- Phone photos
- Toothbrush
- Tasteless?
- Dancing queen
- Nightly visit
- Sun
- Tsetse fly
- Gardening and shiatsu
- Half a t-shirt
- Dreaded lurgy
- Ze Germans
- Ode to R
- Told off
- G does her magic
- I wish you
- Scare
- Once again
- California
- Feromones?
- Walk of life
- Found new hardware
- Alco and sex
- Feelings
- What's in a name?
- The Texas gentleman
- Pissoir
- New mobile
- LTF's
- Anthill
- 2009
- Rituals
- New album
- Men are like flats
- Banana plantation and dancing Swedes
- Tissues?
- She's arrived
- Living with a German
- Happy with my age
- Money money money
- Never argue with a woman
- Prominent visitor
- New toy
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