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| I'm telling you Biznatch, she was a dream come true. Long legs, huge hairy breasts, that tight leather corset. You know what I'm talkin' bout, right ? | |
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| Actually, This One does not understand attraction. This One's species reproduces asexually by rectal polyp, but please continue amusing annecdote. | |
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"Uh, yeah, sure.....anyhow, I see some hot action, & I have a pocket full of credits, and a galactic buzz..."
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| You, my dear, are something special. You have what I need in the worst way. How much to let me ride you til both suns set? I'll even pick the lice off_your_ass_when_I'm_done. | |
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| Rrrrrr*r Awrrr 50 Crrdtts Urr-r-r-r-oooorr. | |
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| She was one smoooooth talker. She had game and she new it, that haughty wench. But 50 credits? Shit, I only paid 5 for a night with that slave of Jabba's.... what was her name...? | |
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| If This One's memory is correct, the name was Leia... | |
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