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Romantic moonlight edges over the mighty cupola; I stroll enchanted by the timeless beauty of St Peter's Square; I casually enquire of a passing nun whether she would consider Going down on me behind the marble columns. After a brief but heated haggle over the price (I hitherto thought nuns were generous sisters of mercy) She gobbles me professionally but rather noisily Causing me to leave a generous donation on her dental plate. I hear a half-strangled cry of "Bejasus" from a passing Paddy priest As he gives himself a quick one off the wrist Into his already badly stained cassock Before hurrying off to keep a hot date with a choirboy.
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Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 3:20 PM UTC
Memories of the Vatican City
Romantic moonlight edges over the mighty cupola; I stroll enchanted by the timeless beauty of St Peter's Square; I casually enquire of a passing nun whether she would consider Going down on me behind the marble columns. After a brief but heated haggle over the price (I hitherto thought nuns were generous sisters of mercy) She gobbles me professionally but rather noisily Causing me to leave a generous donation on her dental plate. I hear a half-strangled cry of "Bejasus" from a passing Paddy priest As he gives himself a quick one off the wrist Into his already badly stained cassock Before hurrying off to keep a hot date with a choirboy.
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Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 3:20 PM UTC
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