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Hmmm... for me, everyday Haines cotton bikinis for most days, but I love silk thongs...
The spouse...when he is in his femme stage...silk bikinis or, when tucked nicely, a silk g-string.
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LET us go then, you and I,
When the evening is spread out against the sky
Like a patient etherised upon a table;
Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets,
The muttering retreats
Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels
And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells:
Streets that follow like a tedious argument
Of insidious intent
To lead you to an overwhelming question …
Oh, do not ask, “What is it?”
Let us go and make our visit.
In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo.
T.S. Eliot - The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
 My stories
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