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Becoming doctor. Looking for some decent and good looking girl.

i like pretty girls for chat . i like science and actions films. i like to respect others .

I am a guy who's interested in asincere relationship..

i am like just friend and also like women friend and chat this and that

I am a simple man I need a friend who can understand me a cooperate and respect each other.

hello i am looking a honest who want to go for relationship truly

meet me if you want to know more about me, conóceme si quieres saber algo más de mi.

I'm a software developer and looking for friends from Canada.

I AM A BOY MY NAME IS SUNN.I IAM MULSLIM in this place i need a ftied

I want to be a good educated female for friendship forever

I'm very loving ,caring and good hearted person .I believe in humanity and true feelings.. Life is short we came in this world to love help care for each other .we are different from each other but not separate we all are one .love is like a heaven .!

I'm 30 years old man Finding a girl or woman to whom I can flirt and have some fun.

hy m mian saqib from Pakistan m simple m searching a girl for good realtionship

my name is saifdirector environment & forests united nation development sector Dubai

I want a partner who is innocent and humble. I can compromise on everything except honesty. So honesty is very important to me.

I'm an introvert scientist and looking for a friend or relationship

I'm a Software Engineer. I'm looking forward in making friends.

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