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That rubbish, which conjured to me in a long glass, a sytomordy bartender, was called romantically - “cognac punch”. Cognac did not smell, smelled of bedbugs. At another time I would not be afraid to throw this lieutenant of famous organs into his face (I determined the rank by the tavern ruffling) of him ...
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In the cabin, Haskell slept soundly. Sally was busy preparing. She took off and pulled on a plastic bikini. She took a square silk bag from her satchel, laid it on the table, brought her crochet from the kitchen and, having straggled through the berth, scooped water. Then she went to Tyalet and brought ...
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A taxi drove up to Oleg's villa, turned around briskly in front of the entrance, and Oleg and the women disappeared. I go to the living room, where I, as always, awaits Light. She looks quite unusual, not at all what other women look like! The tips of the breasts are painted bright red ...
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