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Apr 2016
A gang of soft banana clouds levitate above the room while clothing themselves in yellow mists. They spill in blonde waves splashing on the neck a tropical flavored consciousness! Young, female patrons can’t help but throw their pretty heads back into pools of fruit sweat. Their boyfriends having tasted too much of this winter couldn’t help themselves but dive into heated waters of this rainbow pheromone.
Matthew Goff
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Matthew Goff
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   Keith Wilson
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