by Maria Bertalan

Created on: September 17, 2009

Drawing on the wall of the house, they are talking noisily.

Palm brief their skirt and easily drop it down.

Dyed blond, black or chestnut brown what you can choice

Who out there,because the blood, and the crazy, wild sex worship.

In stilettos shoes waiting for the rich guests,

Their mouths in bold red lipstick, and the skin dipped in fragrant oil.

Long nails ... have never been accustomed to busy work.

Bring the men to the room , and carelessly throw her shoes in the corner.

There's a sweet, hungry, pretty, snappy, sweet or false,

Bran student who mingled with the lure of money power.

Chested and shaved legs, it is difficult to escape from a small bone gay,

Who push him bottom strained, gracefully waiting for the big impact.

Fallen Angels, who dropped to the trash every human standards,

Opened legs straining contempt of morals in the dust.

Hamburg ... Now I walk in there where allowed - a professional doing.

Pay harlots for breast without waiting emotions...

Angels, who fell so far in the height and bustle of a busy street.

Disgusting any good decent , and the cigarette hanging from the corners of they mouth.

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