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Avenue Hitters Thiago's Mission

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The hour had arrived, and for the third straight night the anguish and torment served only to fuel his inner drive to achieve his next scaled slimey rendition. Far and beyond the imagined magnitude of his own misgivings, he faund strength in the solace of his solitude. He couldn't transcribe fast enough his own words, let alone the authors. The luste had gone, the songs were over. Were had he only but looked deeper, sooner. If wishes were horses, then beggars would ride. Never again would he chat sweet embraces and fantasies with his brother, his friend, the left hand to his right. Like a day without color, the grey that doth follow, each time the dusk rips, they would wait for eachother. Yeah though the lines of his final parting gesture were many, the effort were not judged by the content, but rather the number of words, which in this case were hefty. And if Mummy were right, daddy would not have lefty. Significant pain, for both bulls I doubt not, and significant chances that this one just won't be read. Still Aleister rises every day, shieks off his roleplay, and misses his friend. from now until the end. But what is the end, but not the parting way from the middle, see how without any wit to bounce off, the phalice of the Holy grails empty chalice wants for no request, and neither would he rest, or foil the volly that doth roleplay and moist pussy they request. and that story that was no better than the rest. reminds me of a joke. ~clears throat~

For those who don't know, this is based on a true story 🔥

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