EPISODE 2

Evans had his eyes shut as Imabong’s lips touched his, and it remained so only for an extra second. In that brief moment, he had recalled a sentence from the novel in his bag; a sentence marked with red ink: Amy let her lips linger on his, and Jôse fed on the warmth and love.



Evans considered the open door, and it reminded him that Koboko, as the Vice-principal was ordinarily called, was usually among the last to leave the school each day—in his old Volkswagen car. It also reminded him that Imabong had omitted Koboko from the list of those who would stay a reasonable distance from the biology labouratory. Evans pulled from her grip, with an added reason—Imabong’s lips had a terrible taste. Evans was sure he would throw up if Imabong came that close again.

“I suggest you start sweeping now, or I’ll do it myself.” he said, his voice—a bit—shaky. Evans was certain he would have preferred the words, ‘Don’t bother sweeping, just go.’

“Maybe you are just a virgin.” Imabong said coldly. The stress in her sentence fell on the word—just. Evans quickly figured that virginity would be a state to be despised, if Imabong was given the task to set a new order. He marveled at her confidence. Evans could bet on anything, being fully persuaded, that Imabong had had sex in school. “Tell me the truth,” she continued, “have you had sex before?” Imabong looked straight at him.



Evans returned her gaze, and said, “I’m not a virgin.” Imabong smiled. Evans did not. He made himself believe that he had lied. But in fairness, Evans could not exactly pick the description that fitted him best—a virgin or not. He was not sure the extent a boy could go before he actually lost it. A thought crept in, one he always wished never happened. He promptly pushed the thought away.

Imabong edged close. Then a step closer. And finally, her breasts pressed against his chest. Her hands found rest on his chest—just a little space, on each side, that her large breasts were willing to share. Evans stood still, for a moment, expectant. He smiled, realising he had expected too much from himself. Imabong smiled too, but for a different reason. And her hands started a slow trail down his chest, reaching for the bump on the crotch point of his trouser. Evans took steps backwards; he knew that Imabong had mistakenly taken the bump for an erect penis.

“I’m off.” He announced, picking up his bag from where he had left it. As Evans walked to the door, he reassured himself that it was the right time to leave. He did not mind what Imabong would think of him, conceivably she might rate him high—if none had turned her down before. But, what occupied him most was the knowledge that he had prevented Imabong from reaching the emptiness in the extended crotch point of his trouser.

“Wait,” Imabong called out. “At least let’s go home together.”



Evans did not consider the request. He had reached a conclusion before Imabong was done speaking. “I’ve already wasted more time than I anticipated.” Evans said. He remembered the ritual with his trousers, and his hands made the required adjustments. Before he made an exit, Evans said, “Here’s the padlock, the key is with your mother.”

As Evans stepped out of the labouratory, he made a quick search, trying to find the lanky Vice-principal. He only saw the Vice-principal’s car under the coconut tree. Then he saw Emeka approaching. Evans swallowed and quickened his steps, trying to bridge the gap between them. He was sure he had earlier seen Emeka walk past the gate.What are you doing here?” Evans asked.



“I forgot my chemistry textbook.” Emeka responded. His words reminded Evans that the chemistry teacher had given instruction that the assignment must be submitted before... CONTINUE READING: https://ugobestiky.com/my-first-love/

The school bell rang, and Evans promptly closed the thick, cream coloured pages of the novel he had been reading—better still, just some selected sentences. Evans had scanned the pages in search of paragraphs marked with red ink. Obviously, someone who had read it before him had taken an extra time to mark those paragraphs—all erotic. The last sentence he had read was: Her moan deepened, and his thrusts too.



Evans pulled the zip of his black school bag, and in went the novel. His shoulders felt the weight of the bag after he had secured its content.

Time to go for the kill, Evans muttered. He stood from his seat and adjusted his trouser, pulling it down, an inch below his hips. It had become a common ritual each time he stood up; a ritual he would deem complete after he pushed back the large bump that always formed at the crotch-point of his hurriedly tailored trouser. Evans, for a brief moment, observed the chaos and noise around him. The final bell for the day had been rung, and the teachers would hardly care about the noise. The perfume of different brands of cheap talcum powder filled the air.

Evans walked towards his best friend, Emeka, who stood close to the blackboard. Emeka stood still as Gladys applied white powder on his face, while Memunat held up a small mirror.



“Chap, I’m off.” Evans said when he got close to the blackboard—and after he had gotten Emeka’s attention.

“Are you sure you don’t need my help?” Emeka asked.

“No.”

“I could wait for you, so we go home together.” The girls who stood by his side did not seem pleased with that comment, and it showed on their faces. It meant they had to wait too.



“Don’t worry. Just go home.” Evans said, and turned to face the exit door. He felt a hand on his shoulder after three steps.

Are you sure you’re okay?” Emeka asked. “You look scared.”

“I’m fine.” Evans said in response. He knew he had to leave immediately, else his plan might fail. “I have to go, Mrs. Bassey would not be pleased if I show up late.”



At the mention of Mrs. Bassey, Emeka let go. “Okay. See you tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow.”

“But, why after school hours?” Emeka called out.

Evans just shook his head, an indication that he had no idea. He hurried out of the class, and down the stairs, until he was alone in the biology laboratory. Evans wiped his sweat off his face. He knew the weight his thoughts placed on him, more than the speed at which he had run, was responsible for the sweat. He was sure Imabong would appear soon. He found a broom at a corner of the laboratory, and started to sweep—anything to give as an excuse for his sweat when Imabong showed up. As he swept, he imagined what it would feel like to hold Imabong’s large breasts with both hands. He thought of Imabong standing close, with her large eyes staring at him, and he cringed, a bit. Emeka had described those eyes as sexy, but to him, they were just—large.



Evans raised his head just in time to see Emeka, through the slightly open window, walk past the coconut tree at the middle of the school compound, heading for the gate. Gladys by his right, and Memunat by his left. There was an addition, the shy but pretty Bimpe who walked behind the trio.

Evans resumed his self-imposed task, with the events of his first day in Michael Adeshina Comprehensive College in mind. It had also been Emeka’s first. The two new boys who were admitted rather late in the term were given a seat in front of the class, and a friendship had begun. They had become best friends after a fight and some shared secrets.

Evans heaved as he thought of a more recent event. Emeka had been the one who had conceived the idea of what he was about to do. He felt guilt run through him knowing Emeka may likely never get to know about his attempt. Evans had no doubt that Emeka believed his claim that as the newly appointed laboratory prefect, Mrs. Bassey had asked him to wait behind to assist her re-arrange the laboratory. He was also sure that Emeka had not noticed that Mrs. Bassey had left early, though the Biology laboratory had remained open. Evans was sure Imabong, Mrs. Bassey’s daughter, was also ignorant of this fact.


Evans heard footsteps and he swallowed. He turned to face Imabong standing at the door. Her face showed her surprise seeing Evans alone.



“Where’s my mother?” Imabong asked as she walked in. Her tone failed to show that Evans was a.... Continue reading: https://ugobestiky.com/my-first-kiss/

hahahahahah na lie oooh na just to continue the story

princetunex:


Because if he clicks the link... His phone screen may crack or thunder may strike him.

But the girl no talk ni, she deh enjoy am, she wants her breast big

why u deh laugh nah

Shelumiel:

I Just deh lost make una tell me wetin be Afonjas nah

wetin be this afonjas

A 52-year-old electrician in the Ikorodu suburb of Lagos, identified as Folorunso Oluwaseun, has admitted in court that he sucked his daughter’s breasts.



Folorunso explained that he engaged in the act in order to make his daughter’s breasts round and big.

However, the 17-year-old girl told the court that her father did not only begin to suck her breasts when she was 12, but had also been sexually abusing her on several occasions.

She said her father was caught in the act by her mother after four years of continuous sexual molestation.



Oluwaseun, who has five children, was reported to have started having sex with his daughter when she was just 12 years old and was caught right in the act by his estranged.... CONTINUE READING: https://ugobestiky.com/why-i-sucked-my-daughters-breast-52-year-old-man-confesses/

You don come your own,, Wetin be Afonjas

Halezis:
After Satan, fear Afonjas. I repeat, fear Afonjas!!

A very deranged set of people

Guy make me understand which one be John Thomas

topedoski:
Na wa ooo, this one go say na konji Abi Watin?
Make dem flog his john thomas )

hmmmm

A 52-year-old electrician in the Ikorodu suburb of Lagos, identified as Folorunso Oluwaseun, has admitted in court that he sucked his daughter’s breasts.

Folorunso explained that he engaged in the act in order to make his daughter’s breasts round and big.

However, the 17-year-old girl told the court that her father did not only begin to suck her breasts when she was 12, but had also been sexually abusing her on several occasions.

She said her father was caught in the act by her mother after four years of continuous sexual molestation.

Oluwaseun, who has five children, was reported to have started having sex with his daughter when she was just 12 years old and was caught right in the act by his estranged...... CONTINUE READING: https://ugobestiky.com/why-i-sucked-my-daughters-breast-52-year-old-man-confesses/

EPISODE 10

As I stood in line, waiting for my turn, I heard someone yell:



“E-N-I-T-A-N!”

Without turning around, I had a very good idea who the name yeller was.

Tina.



She was the only girl in my class who lived in the same neighborhood, about three streets from mine.

Now, Tina was not my friend by any means. In fact, I made a conscious effort to avoid her. My reluctance to talk to her and my general body language should have made it clear to anyone with eyes that befriending Tina was not on my to-do list.

Either Tina had eyes and used them for decoration, or else she deliberately turned a blind eye to all my efforts to discourage her from being friendly towards me because she refused to let me be. She constantly thrust herself into my social circle, and it just baffled me.

Without leaving the queue, to avoid losing my place, I poked my head out of the line and towards the direction of the voice. The person I saw standing about five people behind me confirmed to my eyes what my ears had heard: tall, plain faced with bright, twinkling eyes.



It was indeed Tina, waving enthusiastically at me, as if we were long lost friends.

What happened next was not a figment of my imagination. In fact, it is best narrated in stages.

Stage One was initiated when I made eye contact with Tina. Instead of speaking audibly, Tina held her tongue and decided that it would be best to proceed with non-verbal cues. So, she began to gesticulate wildly, letting her hands do all the talking for her.



The puzzled look on my face was an outward display of the confusing questions that Tina’s actions had triggered in my head. If there was anyone who did not know the meaning of the words, “shy,” “quiet,” or “timid,” it was Tina. So why on earth was she motioning to me like this? Stage Two provided the answer to this very question.

Stage Two commenced with Tina pointing at me, and then later, she switched it up and began pointing at herself and mouthing words that apparently only she understood. After doing this back-and-forth pointing about four times, a miracle happened: the power of speech returned to Tina and she shouted from where she stood.

“You said? I should come abi? Okay, I’m coming!”

As I looked in utter confusion, wondering if perhaps my shadow had just carried on a conversation with Tina without my knowledge, it suddenly dawned on me that Stage Three was already under way.



Read Also Falling in Love With My Best Friend 11
Stage Three saw Tina walking over briskly to where I stood, clutching a basket with a plastic bowl with a metal handle and lid similar to the one I was holding. I concluded that she had come to grind something. Whether it was pepper or beans, was still a mystery. I did not have to wonder long and in fact, did not have to say anything at all. Tina did the talking for both of us with enviable ease.

“Ah! Enitan! Babe, you just jabborred me that time. It’s not fair o!” she started, rolling her eyes.

I recalled the incident she was complaining about because it had taken place the day before. We were both standing at the bus-top, and she had been talking my ear off about a party she had attended. We were supposed to take the same bus, but I could not endure the thought of sitting through a bus ride with Tina for company, talking about things that did not interest me.

So, the moment a Danfo bus pulled close and I heard the conductor shout the name of our destination, coupled with “One Chance!” I leapt onto the bus with all the strength I could gather and gratefully sank into the last available seat, even though it was so close to the conductor’s armpit, I could count the tangled hairs if he would let me.



Tina was left at the bus-stop, standing there, flabbergasted.

I could tell she had neither forgotten the incident nor forgiven me, but I didn’t care. If I had not left when I did, I would never have made it back home in time to meet Tokunbo’s father and receive his letter.

Even though that meeting had left me with the burden of delivering a letter, there was also a positive effect: I had met Tokunbo’s father who had somehow humanized Tokunbo in my eyes.

Tina did not even wait for me to say anything, but immediately continued at neck breaking speed.

“But I forgive you sha!”



Ah! Forgiveness! Sweet forgiveness from Tina! I was indeed very grateful. So grateful in fact that the expression of aloofness that I wore on my face pre-forgiveness still remained post-forgiveness.

But as I have already mentioned, Tina had a knack for ignoring my facial expressions and proceeded guided by her own internal compass.

Opening her mouth and pouring out unsolicited information into my ears, Tina explained.

“See ehn, my mother just woke up this morning and said, ‘It’s akara and pap we’re going to eat.’ I don’t even know what her problem is. Who even likes akara sef? With pap again? Anyway sha, I told her, ‘Mummy, you know I don’t like akara. Moi-moi is better and we can eat it for our night food.’ Thank God she saw eye-to-eye with me. That’s how we ate yam and egg this morning and she said we will eat moi-moi and garri this night. And you know, Helen that my stupid sister, just used corner-corner to say she’s going to her friend’s house. Next thing, my mother now said, ‘Ehen, Tina. It’s you that will go and grind this beans for me.’ Can you imagine? And I’m the older one,” she finally concluded with ..... CONTINUE READING: https://ugobestiky.com/falling-in-love-with-my-best-friend-10/

EPISODE 9



But that evening, the call was not for Mr. Ekanem. The breezy female voice on the other end made this clear.



Instead, the phone call was for Mr. Ladoja, and it was from, of all people, Mrs. Williams, our neighbor.

The old handset my father kept in the parlor lacked speakerphone capabilities, so we were forced to listen to the one-sided conversation between Mrs. Williams and my father, hoping that he would fill in the missing details later.

By the time he dropped the receiver about five minutes later, it was clear that my father’s task at the dining table had exponentially increased beyond simply downloading the details of his discussion with Mrs. Williams.



Judging from the look of growing irritation on my mother’s face the minute she heard the name of the caller from Yemi who had initially answered the phone, my father knew that upon his return to the dinner table, his next words had to be uttered with care.

“And what did she want?” said my mother, who had cleared her plate of amala, gbegiri and ewedu with red beef stew, and had started licking the remnants of her meal which clung to each finger, one by one. The rest of us – Yemi and I really – kept quiet and watched.

“Nothing my dear,” said my father, downing the glass of cold water in front of him with such speed that I wondered if he would not get a brain freeze there and then.

Either his brain did not freeze or else it thawed pretty quickly because when my mother re-phrased and re-fired her question by asking “So why did she call?” my father responded with:



“The boy is coming home this weekend, Asake. She said I should greet you.”

He said all this without grabbing his head with both hands and grimacing, the way people do when they experience early stage brain freeze.

“Which boy?” my mother asked, washing her hand in the basin of water I had brought at her request. After wiping her mouth clean and dipping her hand in water for the last time, she told Yemi to go and bring her a toothpick.



Once he had disappeared into the kitchen to run this errand, my father said:

“Asake, Iya Tokunbo is called ‘Iya Tokunbo’ for a reason. Tokunbo is her son, and you know that’s the boy I am referring to.”

“Yes, we all know that,” said my mother, leaning back and wielding the toothpick between her teeth like a pro. “But what did she really want?”

At this point, she put her quest to dislodge stray shreds of meat from between her teeth on pause, and began to suck her teeth instead. Seeing that it was not as effective as the toothpick, she resumed picking her teeth with renewed gusto.



My father who watched her with tired eyes said:
“Yes, I know. You know I’m mentoring this boy. She wants me to start when he gets back.”

My mother didn’t say a word. She simply got up from the table and asked me to join her in the kitchen to cut some pawpaw for dessert.

The look of bewilderment on my father’s face was priceless.



Even without saying a word, I knew what he was thinking. His philosophy was that if a person was angry, it was better for that anger to find expression in spoken words. That way, you could tell what was in that person’s heart, instead of keeping everything bottled inside. But when a person was angry and said nothing, in his words:

“Be afraid. Be very afraid.”

Silent volcanoes, he called them.

But my mother did not fall into this category. She would speak out. Just not then.

I could tell that my father was considering pursuing the matter to try to get her to speak out, but judging from his silence, he thought better of it.



As we sat down to feast on orange slices of pawpaw, it was a wonder that my mother did not erupt when she heard my father’s last sentence on Tokunbo. If there was anything I knew about my mother, it was that her silence was more fearsome that her verbal outbursts.

“They’ll sort themselves out,” I reasoned as I retreated to my room to devour the Danielle Steele and Sidney Sheldon novels I had borrowed from a classmate, exclusively for the post-exam, pre-report card period.

But the moment I stepped into my room, the same old question came back to haunt me:

How would I deliver this letter to Tokunbo?



Now that I knew that Tokunbo would be coming home that weekend, it was clear to me that I could not postpone this event any further. Surely, I couldn’t hold onto this letter for a year without telling him.

Should I send Yemi?

No, that wouldn’t work. The possibility of Yemi ignoring my strict instructions and handing the letter to the wrong person was very high because he only fully obeyed my parents. To me, he gave “occasional obedience” almost out of pity.

The fear of Yemi giving the letter to the meyguard, who would probably read it and maybe even burn it, deterred me from turning him into an emissary.

I had to find another way to get this letter into Tokunbo’s hands.

By the end of the day, I had come to one conclusion, the one I dreaded and sincerely did not...... CONTINUE READING: https://ugobestiky.com/falling-in-love-with-my-best-friend-9/

we deh wait

Rivers supplementary polls

The Commission met today 4th April 2019 and reviewed the conduct of the just concluded Rivers State collation exercise.

However, supplementary elections will be held in the following areas on Saturday 13. April 2019 in line with the timetable released by the Commission.

Election is to hold in 4 LGA

1. Gokana -

Registered voters- 129,086

Wards (RA)-17

Polling Units- 219..... Click to read more: https:///paxBbj-3dy

How to Print UTME SLIP

Candidates across the states can commence the printing of their slip for the 2019 Unified Tertiary Matriculation (UTME), starting from Thursday, April 4.


A few days ago, the Joint Admission and Matriculation Board (JAMB), decided to reschedule the date for exam slip printing by candidates.

The ‘e-slip’ or ‘JAMB slip’, an exam slip is an official document containing a candidate’s personal information, exam schedule, and other relevant information pertaining to the exam.


It is often requested at the examination venue during the screening exercise.

To print your JAMB slips without hitches, follow these simple procedures:

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AAC – 11,866
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AAC – 5,660
PDP – 14,938

LGA: ANDONI
AAC -5,335
PDP -92,056

LGA: OYIGBO



AAC -32026

PDP -8652

LGA: ELEME
PDP – 9, 560
AAC- 2,748

LGA: OPOBO
AAC: 3888
PDP: 6314



LGA: BONNY
AAC : 3,046
PDP : 10,951

LGA: OBIO AKPOR
PDP – 307,117
AAC – 3,010

LGA: AKUKU TORU
AAC – 36661
PDP – 25765

LGA:OKIRIKA
AAC: 3,803
PDP: 25,572

LGA:OMUMA
AAC 1,853
PDP 15,792

LGA:TAI
AAC - 540
PDP - 47,653

LGA:AHODA EAST
AAC - 3,713
PDP - 14,589

LGA:EMUOHA
AAC - 2,856
PDP - 71,522
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LGA: Port Harcourt
AAC – 11,866
PDP – 40,197

LGA: IKWERRE
AAC – 5,660
PDP – 14,938

LGA: ANDONI
AAC -5,335
PDP -92,056

LGA: OYIGBO



AAC -32026

PDP -8652

LGA: ELEME
PDP – 9, 560
AAC- 2,748

LGA: OPOBO
AAC: 3888
PDP: 6314



LGA: BONNY
AAC : 3,046
PDP : 10,951

LGA: OBIO AKPOR
PDP – 307,117
AAC – 3,010

LGA: AKUKU TORU
AAC – 36661
PDP – 25765

LGA:OKIRIKA
AAC: 3,803
PDP: 25,572

LGA:OMUMA
AAC 1,853
PDP 15,792



LGA:TAI
AAC – 540
PDP – 47,653

LGA:AHODA EAST
AAC – 3,713
PDP – 14,589

LGA:EMUOHA
AAC – 2,856
PDP – 71,522

LGA: ETCHE
AAC:7437
PDP: 11842

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LGA: Port Harcourt
AAC – 11,866
PDP – 40,197

LGA: IKWERRE
AAC – 5,660
PDP – 14,938

LGA: ANDONI
AAC -5,335
PDP -92,056

LGA: OYIGBO



AAC -32026

PDP -8652

LGA: ELEME
PDP – 9, 560
AAC- 2,748

LGA: OPOBO
AAC: 3888
PDP: 6314



LGA: BONNY
AAC : 3,046
PDP : 10,951

LGA: OBIO AKPOR
PDP – 307,117
AAC – 3,010

LGA: AKUKU TORU
AAC – 36661
PDP – 25765

LGA:OKIRIKA
AAC: 3,803
PDP: 25,572

LGA:OMUMA
AAC 1,853
PDP 15,792

LGA:TAI
AAC - 540
PDP - 47,653

LGA:AHODA EAST
AAC - 3,713
PDP - 14,589

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AAC - 2,856
PDP - 71,522

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PDP: 11842
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LGA: Port Harcourt
AAC – 11,866
PDP – 40,197

LGA: IKWERRE
AAC – 5,660
PDP – 14,938

LGA: ANDONI
AAC -5,335
PDP -92,056

LGA: OYIGBO



AAC -32026

PDP -8652

LGA: ELEME
PDP – 9, 560
AAC- 2,748

LGA: OPOBO
AAC: 3888
PDP: 6314



LGA: BONNY
AAC : 3,046
PDP : 10,951

LGA: OBIO AKPOR
PDP – 307,117
AAC – 3,010

LGA: AKUKU TORU
AAC – 36661
PDP – 25765

LGA:OKIRIKA
AAC: 3,803
PDP: 25,572

LGA:OMUMA
AAC 1,853
PDP 15,792

LGA:TAI
AAC - 540
PDP - 47,653

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PDP - 14,589

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LGA: Port Harcourt
AAC – 11,866
PDP – 40,197

LGA: IKWERRE
AAC – 5,660
PDP – 14,938

LGA: ANDONI
AAC -5,335
PDP -92,056

LGA: OYIGBO



AAC -32026

PDP -8652

LGA: ELEME
PDP – 9, 560
AAC- 2,748

LGA: OPOBO
AAC: 3888
PDP: 6314



LGA: BONNY
AAC : 3,046
PDP : 10,951

LGA: OBIO AKPOR
PDP – 307,117
AAC – 3,010

LGA: AKUKU TORU
AAC – 36661
PDP – 25765

LGA:OKIRIKA
AAC: 3,803
PDP: 25,572

LGA:OMUMA
AAC 1,853
PDP 15,792

LGA:TAI
AAC - 540
PDP - 47,653

LGA:AHODA EAST
AAC - 3,713
PDP - 14,589

LGA:EMUOHA
AAC - 2,856
PDP - 71,522
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LGA: Port Harcourt
AAC – 11,866
PDP – 40,197

LGA: IKWERRE
AAC – 5,660
PDP – 14,938

LGA: ANDONI
AAC -5,335
PDP -92,056

LGA: OYIGBO



AAC -32026

PDP -8652

LGA: ELEME
PDP – 9, 560
AAC- 2,748

LGA: OPOBO
AAC: 3888
PDP: 6314



LGA: BONNY
AAC : 3,046
PDP : 10,951

LGA: OBIO AKPOR
PDP – 307,117
AAC – 3,010

LGA: AKUKU TORU
AAC – 36661
PDP – 25765

LGA:OKIRIKA
AAC: 3,803
PDP: 25,572

LGA:OMUMA
AAC 1,853
PDP 15,792

LGA:TAI
AAC - 540
PDP - 47,653

LGA:AHODA EAST
AAC - 3,713
PDP - 14,589
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