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It didn't take long for rumors to sweep through the town and
sweep it clean like a new broom;
nothing's better than "Vileda"
she rocks in the sack, and that mop of tousled hair moist and stuck to her face just tells me
;she needs me, her face tells me she wants me, her face tells me, her mother just walked in
and slid stylishly across the freshly polished floor.
