Baskadia

I'm going shopping.😊

Have a nice day!😊💕

Together is better than alone.

Beautiful children walking down the street together.

The largest Shimul garden in Asia.

Food with white wine.

Food eg macronies and salad 🥗 with white wine 🍷. Delicious 🤤😋 food

THE ANABOLIC WINDOW IS A MYTH. THIS IS WHAT YOU ACTUALLY NEED TO DO TO GAIN MUSCLE.

You don't have to scramble for a protein shake following your exercise to receive the rewards.

Under the Sunlight. 💞

Partiality of nature.

I am a student. I am come here to shear my life and hobby. And also i want to built a career firm here if baskadia suport me.

Hill on Lake. Kaptai fabulous lake. Beauty of Bangladesh

WITHOUT PAIN AND WITHOUT SACRIFICE WE WOULD HAVE NOTHING.

Riding Pulser 150 at a speed of 73 kmh in narrow road. Without any kind of Safety Gear. No helmets, no gloves, no boots)

Flowers

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Shadow of two lovers walking in SUNY weather.

Feeling love ever

The flower market

A busy flower Market in the morning

I am very anxious.

President of Ukraine, I want to believe you, but I hope you will not trigger a world war. Your country should not receive military assistance from the US.😢

captivated from life , showing it here.

Finally, I'm off work.😩

Today is Sunday. I'm off work tonight and tomorrow night.😊

Sleep again.😪💤

Hello.😊 I just woke up a few minutes ago, but I'm going back to sleep to get ready for work tonight.😪💤

I want to sleep again today.😪💤

Good night.😊

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On the way to home.

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