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Weekend Warrior II - Shannon and Adeline

So who gets the blame, for the perfidy of their young lives, having shared of caustic adults and their lust-groping girth? A petite, astute blonde with candid need of sexualized aura Never concealed, she’d writhe a come-hither to grown men Never liking the boys who were closer to her pretty preteen Only seeking pernicious pleasures of a pedophile aficionado Not contrite, she’d dance the pole, just as mom had shown… As she envied voluptuous Adeline, perfunctory in beauty's miasma Nothing contrived in her distrust of oglers whose gaze could harken Devils from her past, piercing them with angry blues so condemned… As her mom disabled, leaned on a man who made Addie his manna Dined on precocious curves she’d wish had never been bequeathed Exploding in tantrums she fought unable to suppress all the seethe… Little girls lost in the littler woman’s world, of the big man’s brothel It was a ruse that it had closed, for females still suffer these incubi Nice asses openly paraded non-stop; lower wages that still demean Elderly men joking with objectified daughters, still considered, wise… (2/22/2021 For ‘They Closed the Brothel’ contest)

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Date: 2/25/2021 7:39:00 PM
Great write about the disturbing goings on at the brothel
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Susan Woodrow
Date: 2/25/2021 11:04:00 PM
Thank you, Kim :)