Callgirl’s Trump Card
There once was a small hand
Upon a big blow hearted man
Wasn’t for divorce that he went to court
But for a call girls wealthy plan
He cries wolf that he is a victim
So karma continues to stick him
Can’t make this stuff up he’s merde out of luck
But so big no jail will fit him
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