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An oil giant, then you get the privilege of watching my slender fingers drop a plump little bag into your eager grasp. Even middle-class grunts can find themselves in my penthouse, but those customers are quickly overwhelmed by the charm of my posh paradise. They usually bleed their life savings dry on my drugs and on my hookers,.
Then wake up one morning wondering what has happened to their lives. The guy pounding one of my girls in the back was one such specimen. His foray into my illicit world has probably got him feeling like he's on the top of the world, but inside of half a year he'll probably be squatting in the dumps of Lake Street, receiving anonymous midnight pleasure from the Twisted sex .
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