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slyviolin
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Sometimes I struggle with my demons. Other times we just fuck and have cheesecake.
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 Posted: Sat Sep 07, 2013 7:28 am |  |
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A strapping, slick-haired man sells you a small white cigarette case.
Rifling through your belongings, you retrieve your chips.
Change is made, which you then deposit in a (some description) pack.
A strapping, slick-haired man whispers to you,
"A veritable steal at 2 credits! Enjoy it, my friend."
A strapping, slick-haired man whispers to you,
"Your hands seem to be full, so I'll just set this down for you to pick
up when you've a chance."
A strapping, slick-haired man sets a worn, soft, white, bell-sleeved
shirt down nearby, nodding to you.
<***** / ^^^^^^ / ||||||> |
I'm conflicted about this. Did I just pay him to strip... or pay him to let me do his ironing? I....
Slyviolin shrugs to herself before reclining on her stool, lighting a smoke and resigns herself to a lonely night in the Boozer, watching Bjork work shirtless. Mreow.
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