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Wounded men at barstools turn and watch her walk away they try to play it cool but their blood spurts to her hips sway She held them up, cleavage for miles dressed to the nines in her heels shot them with her shotgun smiles and laughs as they bleed and reel Egos destroyed, she did not sit just kept on walking by now they wither bit by bit as their machismo, slowly dies
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Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC
Machismo Murdered
Wounded men at barstools turn and watch her walk away they try to play it cool but their blood spurts to her hips sway She held them up, cleavage for miles dressed to the nines in her heels shot them with her shotgun smiles and laughs as they bleed and reel Egos destroyed, she did not sit just kept on walking by now they wither bit by bit as their machismo, slowly dies
jed-johnson
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Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 5:00 PM UTC
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