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Pulled Pork

I don't have to worry about it, the love making, the doubt behind it's performance. I'm on pills and that alone has its own foreplay and routine. I don't have to hold hands with you or dry your tears. my life is not what I do instead it's what I can be. even though my job involves throwing out human waste and sewerage with smells that could make you vomit this only secures my passion for survival. Ive learned to ask to beg to be rejected even avoided. I would not ask if I did'nt need it but Cesaer renders nothing to me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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