Kenyan Cops

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And I must admit I do not really think police uniforms are very flattering........

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Kamba King said…
LOL! Jamani and thats a dude who's sworn to serve and protect? Seems he done served himself and protected his ASSets.
11 October 2007 at 17:54
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