White Tuxedo
You impose yourself with a heating posture.It costs you to thank somebody wearing slippers.
Any white tuxedo wearing man would spit at you.
He's tearing up all the streets with no found clemency.Smoking a cigar he finds pity in his kind.
Any heat imposing man would murder him.
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