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Aug 2020
I hate myself for wanting you.
Wrong is such an aphrodisiac.
The price is steep but brass rings
are in reach once in lifetimes and
your beauty leaves me no choice.
The deed will leave me catatonic.
Acme
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Acme  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
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