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Lust GardenHangover from cheap wine and sitting on a dirty bed of a stinking room of some cheap hotel, I feel that "nine-tenths of me have already died, but I guard the remaining one-tenth with a gun". It might not be a lust garden, but just the stinky latrine dug miles into the earth or maybe the clean and smooth pussy that you wonder when fuck those wrinkled malodorous holes. Maybe. But damn, don’t try. |