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”Had one too much ‘eh?”
The Tops ‘owner casually spoke after he had opened the door to his room,
Leaning against the opening of the door, 
Amused by the sight of the drunk broad rumbling in his room.

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    “Move th’fuck over—Y’musky scented fucker.”

                 She pushed her way past him, looking left and right, “I’m sleepin’ here t’night an’—an’….” Hiccuping, she nearly stumbled in her heels, looking at the man with a slight grin, “…D’you like pretty pillows? Hm? Hmmmm?”

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“Baby’ i’m fine with your little sleepover,
But could you please turn down the language?
It’s getting on my nerves pussycat.”
The Chairman watched the lady having trouble with her
heels before stopping and sending a somewhat ‘creepy’ grin towards him.
“Sure 'honey, 'Speaking of pretty pillows, how 'bout you lay down now?”

 

"You've made your last delivery kid..."

❝ Sorry you got twisted up in this scene, From where you're kneeling it must seem like an 18-carat run of bad luck. Truth is...the game was rigged from the start. ❞

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