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A Date with my Lady Luck

She meets me
in a colosseum
Wearing an iron bra
and the chastity belt.
Veiled and blindfolded,
She carries a bullwhip
in one hand and
A spiked mace in the other.

And she asks me lovingly:
"Do you feel lucky tonight?
Well, do you dear?"

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