It’s like 30 degrees and I’m being forced to wear...

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It’s like 30 degrees and I’m being forced to wear this. Get fisted. (Taken with instagram)

princealfonso said: At first I was thinking, 30? The more layers the better, right? But then I remembered that in celsius 30 is fucking hot. What is that for anyway?
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