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by 3yml28whevbr,
at 2024-05-14 19:08:15 UTC
A bourgeoise at the end of the bar, a whole state of mind, grabs you by the collar, and presses against you, luxury perfume smell, mild soaps, and fresh sweat, The bourgeoisie at the end of the bar, would easily lead you to believe, that she could love you, let you put her to bed, and even keep you, a dog from his female dog, in the shadow of a leash, listen to your promises, accept your caresses, and in the early morning leaves, find the husband, of her man's lover, Misogyny aside, love no longer makes me hard, and happy people, smell the caramel at the candy factory door, and women of joy, are much softer, that the air of the times, bellies in the air, and bare backs, who make themselves look