Poetry anyone?........A PROSTITUTES PROSE.........Brass-balled banshee bitch ........strungout on the floor....she curses like a witch..........you got to pay to knock on my pink door................She dont rember what she mentions.......when its the end of the day and she celebrates, cause she cant feel their intentions-...inside of her like a purple balloon, she gets fired up like an engine....swiging liquid balls and lipstick,,,,damning swollen stumps and limp pricks....she...
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