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			<title>The lifestyle was her refuge</title>
			<description>The lifestyle was her refugeIn it she was at eazeThe vanilla worldMade her angryTo many minds to pleaseShe could play it either waySubmissive slave or b***hReason lied within herNeather much of a reachPlaying the masterReleased the painOf a good mom and dadShe never had..</description>
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			<title>Barstool ambitions</title>
			<description>barstool ambitionsBarstools pedistals for the fallenSay i&quot;m not here if me spouse is callinSipping tranquility hands stop shakinNo sweetheart that stools not takenBar keep....pour this lady her choiceill have a shot of tenderness..in a raspy voice.....you've come to the wrong place..</description>
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