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Sep 2020
Washing windows with his wipers he tries not to look.. yet there are times when he cannot help himself and his ladders has ladders shook.. that man has seen it all he should write it in a book..as he’s got to get them done by hook or by crook

Well as he is polishing the glass he pretends he doesn’t see when you are in the bathroom with the door ajar having a ***..and there’s your little ones pointing over tee hee hee.. Oh my God he is smiling you are as embarrassed as can be

Yes he is a city window cleaner he has seen it all before..he could tell you tall tales from behind everybody’s door.. as lovers get carried away on the kitchen floor.. but when you’ve seen one you’ve seen the lot.. he doesn’t care anymore
Written by
Jill Tait
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