bludemonn
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*screaming in terror, feels the sharp pain of the bullwhip as piano expertly handles it, she casually tugs him across the floor, the clip clop of her 4 inch black leather thigh boots and the clink clink of the painful looking spurs attached to them, begins to sob as she takes whats hers......can smell the cuban cigar as piano pulls one out of her waistcoat pocket
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A hopeless dreamer she said, eyes of cloud and feet of lead.
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