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At Volta Lake we've left the stench of human love on breeze and bench (me and my sweet sour saucy ***** where faces up the mountain man who's natively American, and not, in fact, an Indian.
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Oct 2, 2023
Oct 2, 2023 at 12:24 AM UTC
October 1, 2023
At Volta Lake we've left the stench of human love on breeze and bench (me and my sweet sour saucy ***** where faces up the mountain man who's natively American, and not, in fact, an Indian.
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Oct 2, 2023 at 12:24 AM UTC
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