"daddy, why are we walking across town again? we can get the number 6 train by work?""it's simple son, daddy, likes to take only one train home in the evening, it's less frustrating"
"ok"
when all of a sudden, the majestic beast was rolling her luggage across town with us. the hunt was on and the bastard just had to have her.
it was as good as, hell, it was better than a loch ness fem mullet
in a foreigner t-shirt. she had prison tattoos to go with her black cocktail dress. she was either coming to or going from her trailer. it was magnificent. it started my evening off right.
—the bastard
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