Black corset, a G-string and indigo lighting those red stilettos blaze like neon in slick city sculpted terra firma beguiles and benumbs the wild and the innocent Photoshopped she emerges undulating like a messianic ad ditty in still frame lithe, toned, oiled pushed-up voluptuous and knocks his stream of priapic consciousness Stranger, who are you? [...]
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