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Maybe one day I won't be a loser. Every Tuesday I bought a lottery ticket
after pimping my chicks one Saturday night. And I did not win, I was pissed, someone was gonna be the butt of my anger. I would
make her dance on her tiptoes
until her feet bled.
The ballerina slippers were drenched, and all the ribbons fell to the floor. He was the 'Marquis De Dance' instructor; later he massaged her gently, and kissed her soft skin
that was covered in honey... and jalapeno peppers. It was a sweet hot babe at the end but without the calories.
