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Jul 2014
Clicking ice meant almost time to go
Id bet on that, mama showed me so
In a swirl of lipstick and shimmer
Saw pretty ladies in the hall
Through my ordered dinner
Well I watched and was taught
Eventually I knew the drill
Nothing good comes
From party girls raising party girls
Calli Kirra
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Calli Kirra  23/Los Angeles/London
(23/Los Angeles/London)   
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