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About Lioness8197 : I love to longboard.
I want a Great Dane and German Shepherd.
I love baseball and football.
Lions are my favorite animal.
I'm a Leo.
I want to become a baker and one day own a bakery that I can call mine.
I'm a very respectful person. Don't assume because I'm a teenager I'm rude, disrespectful and inconsiderate.
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