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burly gents in waxed mustache line wooden tavern walls intently scoping fresh hams eyes bulge and saliva drips one might think they never saw a woman wolfishly staring pondering dinner to chew through satin of blue and expose soft pink delicacy Cosby considerations in the lonely afternoon Can I get you a drink? May I hold your purse? lost in character the would be ****** holds the door smiles looking at an apple shaped bottom as they enter, together, the establishment /
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Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 12:53 PM UTC
he seemed nice enough......
burly gents in waxed mustache line wooden tavern walls intently scoping fresh hams eyes bulge and saliva drips one might think they never saw a woman wolfishly staring pondering dinner to chew through satin of blue and expose soft pink delicacy Cosby considerations in the lonely afternoon Can I get you a drink? May I hold your purse? lost in character the would be ****** holds the door smiles looking at an apple shaped bottom as they enter, together, the establishment /
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Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 12:53 PM UTC
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