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Forever wearing glasses and on the hunt for Jewish cunt, our man wants you to know that he once schtupped a dame at DIVE! in Century City.

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There was that one time when you asked me to pick you up from the Belmont and then the second you got out of my car and into the kitchen you were stripping.  
You were so rad in bed it’s all I can do to not move my hands from the keyboard to an area not meant for typing.
Schtupped.

There was that one time when you asked me to pick you up from the Belmont and then the second you got out of my car and into the kitchen you were stripping.  

You were so rad in bed it’s all I can do to not move my hands from the keyboard to an area not meant for typing.

Schtupped.



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