♿ My crapped-out lover cuddles me not, nor hands to me U.S. marine hand grenades to obliterate gay ***-heads smoking deadly ***** *** by 𝑷𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝘉𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘬𝘺

Dec 2017

♿ My crapped-out lover cuddles me not, nor hands to me U.S. marine hand grenades to obliterate gay ***-heads smoking deadly ***** ***

I nearly puked 'cause it's hot. Of course, my near-puking experience
means nothing; nothing that cannot be expensively bought for a lot,
like liver-transplant surgery for a gay lush, whose liver is 98% shot.

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𝑷𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝘉𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘬𝘺 ˢⁱᵐᵖᵃⁿᵍ ᴮᵉᵈᵒᵏ, ˢⁱⁿᵍᵃᵖᵒʳᵉ

(ˢⁱᵐᵖᵃⁿᵍ ᴮᵉᵈᵒᵏ, ˢⁱⁿᵍᵃᵖᵒʳᵉ)

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