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dating my architect ,my King @CurbStompingSFR

Joined April 2024
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🌺 Sol Ruca | WWE Superstar 🏄‍♀️ Beach vibes • High tides • High energy ⚡️ Built to fly, born to stand out. 🌴 Sunshine with a little attitude. RP • FL • MC Fake | Parody | Not the real Sol Ruca Looking for mutuals, storylines, RT & interact for a follow back. 🌊🔥
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Jax Teller Multiship with chem. Crossover friendly. Will toss him into any fandom! Oc's welcome. Canon muses welcome just as much. 18+ ONLY. 21+ preferred for him. Member of Son's of anarchy. Father.
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Anyone wanna build a sandcastle?
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Can’t wait to get home and relax with my man @CurbStompingSFR
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Sol Ruca stepped onto the warm sand, the sound of crashing waves immediately washing away the noise of everything else. She slipped her sunglasses on and smiled as the ocean stretched endlessly in front of her.
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The breeze moved through her hair as she walked closer to the water, letting the waves roll over her feet. “Now this… this is exactly what I needed.” She laughed softly, grabbing her beach towel and laying it down before sitting back and soaking in the sunshine.
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For once, there were no matches, no pressure, and no expectations—just Sol, the ocean, and a peaceful afternoon by the shore. She looked toward the horizon with a grin. “Sometimes you just gotta stop, breathe, and enjoy the moment.” 🌊☀️
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Brenna Shay Bruno |Miami Hurricanes Scholarship athlete. Daughter of NYPD Detective Terry Bruno. @EchosOfBruno and Rose Sister to @ChaosRaisedMe and others Strength isn’t loud. It’s learned at the dinner table.
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The Last Ride The night felt wrong. Too quiet. Too heavy. Donna Winston sat behind the wheel, fingers wrapped around the steering wheel as the dark California highway stretched endlessly ahead of her.
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Despite the fear. Despite the sacrifices. Her final thoughts belonged to her family. “I love you.” The words never made it past her lips. But they were there. In her heart. In her soul.
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And then the darkness finally took her, leaving only the sound of distant sirens cutting through the California night as another tragedy became part of the club’s long, painful history.
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