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If frisy hair was a metaphorfor festival timethen this woman is a goddessof that festival shrine, met her- at a jamin that garden of sorts
I must confess god blesssome impure thoughts“show us the money”was the call of the nightbut no money could have boughteven a piece of her pride, there mighthave been a sea of people
I dont know, becauseall
I could seewas how this woman she glowed so-
Aeh its a pleasure to meet youya look like one incredible creaturewanna treat you finelets dance and grindget so funk-inflicted its a crimeyoure divine youre sublimeand well you blow my mind
She caterpillar so goodthat all the greeks go “killa”break and enter take ya like a glass of milkthen “spill ya”saw her coming what a scenewhat
I mean isshe got that *** coffee beambut she tastes like vanillawell alright she ignitewhen we hit the floorlike the vroom on a
V8 super commodorenow if it makes a good storywell its just worthwhilewith hers like dealing storiesin that sprinkla style and so-
Aeh its a pleasure to meet youya look like one incredible creaturewanna treat you finelets dance and grindget so funk-inflicted its a crimeyoure divine youre sublimeand well you blow my mind