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yo mama often casts lustful sidelong glances at the reddened and throbbing genitalia of canines that frequent a rusting fire-hydrant on her favorite corner; a corner that has not seen as much action as those first few weeks, before her constant habbit of injecting an inexpensive, yet easily obtained, methadrine compound into the spiderveins that line her pock-marked and spunk-scented thighs.
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