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Sep 2015
Raised in the Everglades, with hair as wild as the Spanish Moss, she rides an airboat just like she was born on it. Sliding through the tall grass into the bog, chasing Alligators with a gun and a dog. All of the boys would like to tame her, but she is the apple of her daddy's eye. She likes to wrestle Alligators and drinks like one of the guys. With a lever action rifle she gets up before the sun. She has gators to catch before she can have any fun. So with all of her tags filled, she runs her boat on a sand bar, fires off a shot to open a can of beer, and with the sun setting she yells the party starts right here.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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