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It feels so underrated, but that's a pile of horseshit. Baltimore is that person in the bar that looks like they don't just drink rail liquor but that they ARE rail liquor. Chipped teeth, eggbeatered hair, and a killer body. You can practically smell the funk of the last few losers that spent the night in it... and you know she'll be used again, you just don't know if you will be the user. Are you even thinking about it, or is she seducing you? Can you feel her hot fingers running through your hair?
And now its 6 AM and you're sober... clearly a bad decision. Is that puke in my goddamn trash can?
I love her, but I want her to give me a fucking break. I'm sad about her losses and struggles to stay in the black, but I'll be damned if I'm paying for even one more abortion.
Thursday, August 02, 2007
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