horny detective part VI.1
I crossed the bar, escaping the nauseating smell. "Jason you asshole Come over here" I yelled. The foul man scurried, rat like to my side and began squealing about drugs and the river. I looked at the SOB at the bar, but assumed he wanted a romp in the hay.
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pomegranate
artistic
presumption
I crossed the bar, escaping the nauseating smell. "Jason you asshole Come over here" I yelled. The foul man scurried, rat like to my side and began squealing about drugs and the river. I looked at the SOB at the bar, but assumed he wanted a romp in the hay.
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pomegranate
artistic
presumption