The Grass is Always Greener
isn't it?
Time in Portsmouth is standing still, the creativity of a city being eeked out by a nostalia based ignorance.
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Macho inept minds rule the roost, bar stools fly, punches drunkenly connect with the ferociousness of a ladybird. Voices raise and chests plume.
SHRIEK, PULL, SCRATCH.....the says the attempt of a female. Solo stiletto, racing mascara just looking for her quarry of cock to munch for the syphylis filled nightfall.
Shiny dress covering the loose frame as it SHRIEKS, PULLS, SCRATCHES through the foray of generic smut filled bars. FREE SHOTS.......go home in an ambulance.
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