Until Tomorrow

The killer! Nineteen slugs to the chest. Paltry return, burned, by swan songs from Sam, poor thing, disintegrating in the ladies room, suffering the torment of men in short penises, one of four selfish bitches leeching my patience dry. Just another egg, hatching cops courting thugs, with phrases, such as ‘you may go’, no bust a … Continue reading

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