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My brain's pattern recognition malfunctioned at the first frame
“They call me Thelma iron crotch. My labia are as security bars woven from material eldritch and unbendable. My every *CRACK* kegal splits the air like a whip. My pubic hair is woven into a mosaic of the souls I’ve reaped, and my sacrum can split a man in two from 15 paces.”
“Right, but what’s your order?”
Busy Season
Should've ride a broomcycle then
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