Her outfit is shabby her coiffure is lame, by golly this might be her first shalk of wame. Come here to the window the view is just fine, her gait might be sloppy but she's making time. Rush hither my girlies and look at this whore, who foully dishonors our late father's door. Let's rush her and pull out her sex-knotted hair, we'll pounce when she reaches the harbor-side stair. Be quiet, you monster, and come back to play, it's not ours to punish that young girl today, the gods say we dare not to hinder her way. Return to the circle or I'll make you lame, you leave her alone on her grand shalk of wame.
© americanifesto / 場黑麥
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