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Paris By Night

A Vision Eifel tower the old whore is lit up again her wide open legs still drip blood, and her hips are white and slim and she has blue rinsed hair. She is ready to welcome the masses people without an ideology and those who think that having sex in a hotel near the Seine where millions of condoms that slowly find their way to the sea is the heights of romantic living. Young men came, they had a creed wanting to destroy this Sodom and Gomorrah, but the tart in the centre of Paris tells us we will survive because we are Godless and place lust for life first

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