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Charlotte, Feel My Caress
Gorgeous Charlotte was the goddess of illegal sex, no restrictions applied to her naughty affections; I met her last December at the Platinum Dolls... driving everybody wild, even the policeman Alex! Here's the question they asked me frequently, " Why do young girls prefer older gentlemen? " Is that because they are generous, not stingy? I noticed one of them brought in his oldest son! Charlotte was a known runaway girl and an infamous thief; on most nights she looked for hot play in the darkest halls, I gave her food and shelter and kept her safe from criminals, and without a plan for tomorrow, she held on to her belief! What satisfied Charlotte completely was the love for large sums of money, that was the hungry beast dwelling in her that could tame her instantly; and selling her body to all meant a little, she fought without winning: many bruises covered her face, there's was no hiding for a weakling! Ah, Charlotte I could have saved you from this horrible death and bitterness, little sleep and methadone are to blame; you decided to live it up and die! Had you listened to me and changed your ugly lifestyle, you would be alive; ah, too pale and cold: you lay in a coffin so lifeless! Charlotte, feel my caress!
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