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I hung out a bit with those Stylish Angels. Listening to their Wit and their Woes. They showed me around their Haunted Hotel. I heard some rumors it was No-Tell kind of place. A Confessional. I sat at the bar and slammed back a few. The Words on the bathroom wall told a Tale or Two or Three. Those Stylish Angels with silk smoking jackets and spats. Do those dudes really know where it's at? Or is it only a Game...
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Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC
Stylish Angels
I hung out a bit with those Stylish Angels. Listening to their Wit and their Woes. They showed me around their Haunted Hotel. I heard some rumors it was No-Tell kind of place. A Confessional. I sat at the bar and slammed back a few. The Words on the bathroom wall told a Tale or Two or Three. Those Stylish Angels with silk smoking jackets and spats. Do those dudes really know where it's at? Or is it only a Game...
karen-newell
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Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC
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