Curse 1000 mc s

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The senses flow, satisfying like cumshots.
Fire like 14 shots from the weapon next to my hip.
Intervention of your high position,
monotonously, my son , I'll hang you up like my telephone.
Flow's father, known as a tough sparring partner,
Sends your carcass to the vultures in the sand of Nevada.
I'm sitting in the basement, with more gold than Rockefeller,
earned as a storyteller, author of all bestsellers.
maintains connections to all kinds of crimes,
surrounded by sex mistresses with financial interests.
der 14 bars of killer, file potential there is piccollo enema.

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