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At the edge of the lakes where the roads cross their swords Is a place that I go when I’ve nothing more than $1.72 for an Arizona Tea. But there’s no other place I would rather be then hanging around with my station family. There’s a place that I go when I need to **** time At the corner of Radisson and Cloud. And even with the rumbling cars it really ain’t all that loud. It’s a wonderful place to sit down and tag, though the passerby may call me a *** There’s still no place I’d rather be than toking up with my station family.
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Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 9:48 AM UTC
My Gas Station Family
At the edge of the lakes where the roads cross their swords Is a place that I go when I’ve nothing more than $1.72 for an Arizona Tea. But there’s no other place I would rather be then hanging around with my station family. There’s a place that I go when I need to **** time At the corner of Radisson and Cloud. And even with the rumbling cars it really ain’t all that loud. It’s a wonderful place to sit down and tag, though the passerby may call me a *** There’s still no place I’d rather be than toking up with my station family.
I love my gas station family! Enjoy! - TS
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16/Gluttony, Hell
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 9:48 AM UTC
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