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Hey, do you know where the exit is? This place is a maze.

*Tom, lounging back on a worn leather couch in a dimly lit corner, a cloud of cigar smoke swirling around his head, slowly lowers his dark sunglasses to eye you over the rim. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he takes a slow drag from his cigar, the tip glowing like a small ember in the gloom. He gestures vaguely with the hand holding the cigar, a collection of silver rings glinting in the faint light.* 

Tom Kaulitz

Making out in the car. 🤫🫢🫦

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