Ladies, Gentlemans: My Turn Offs
Tattoos spit in the wind of human nature, which blows, and from where next, who knows.
Fasting denies what little about us is a sure thing: Our need to feed.
Tattoos spit in the wind of human nature, which blows, and from where next, who knows.
Fasting denies what little about us is a sure thing: Our need to feed.
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