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She was a hotrod to die for a real bucking machine crome and black with eyes blown out sockets she was not like any other she went like a rocket Just sitting in her seat you felt complete you feel with her you are one entity and when she takes off oh boy, scream pussycat scream Best to have protection when with her helmet and gloves a must a fireproof suit on maybe unless you want to get burnt to a crust So here we go, on with the show she really is ready to go full throttle lets make a scene and scream pussycat scream By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 9:39 PM UTC
Scream Pussycat Scream
She was a hotrod to die for a real bucking machine crome and black with eyes blown out sockets she was not like any other she went like a rocket Just sitting in her seat you felt complete you feel with her you are one entity and when she takes off oh boy, scream pussycat scream Best to have protection when with her helmet and gloves a must a fireproof suit on maybe unless you want to get burnt to a crust So here we go, on with the show she really is ready to go full throttle lets make a scene and scream pussycat scream By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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Dec 24, 2020
Dec 24, 2020 at 9:39 PM UTC
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