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Mar 2018
We sit in each other's fancy underwear waiting for the clock to stop
while Edie Falco digs a bullet out of her hip in a vo-tech wood shop
cocked slipshod sidewise up to her grimy under-lips in pig-**** slop
Edie's **** is rough & resilient, like tiles underlain for concealment
A ******'s an easy mark when he's asleep in ****-**** Wiggle Park
๐‘ท๐’๐’๐’‚ ๐˜‰๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜บ
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๐‘ท๐’๐’๐’‚ ๐˜‰๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜บ  หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰
(หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰)   
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