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Smoke danced in the dim beam illuminating my desk as she walked in my door. Her smokey blue eyes fluttered in a way that less jaded men might mistake for innocence. She raised a smoking hand and removed her smoking fur coat. My cigarette spontaneously ignited. She had a body that was on fire. Literally a smouldering hot dame.
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May 10, 2024 08:58
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No, I like my hat, thanks.
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A set of gams walked into my office wearing a ushanka that probably cost more than the building we were standing in. In broken English she told me she was on vacation from her summer home in Minsk. While sight-seeing, she'd bought some jewelry from a nice lady named Tiffany. During the night her new souvenirs had gone missing from the Plaza Hotel vault, and she wanted to hire me to find them. I didn't want to get involved in an international scandal, but she was offering me enough to cover my gambling debt, alimony, back rent, and a steak dinner for two at Vito's. I could tell this dame was rubles.
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Feb 4, 2023 22:44
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No, I like my hat, thanks.
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The doll forged in with the grace of a streetcar. Reality seemed to bend around her. She didn't introduce herself, but as she parted her lips, a reverberating cacophony announcing pure abomination made every orifice of my body hemorrhage. Time and space were sucked into her mouth, consumed into the oblivion that had spawned her horrible visage. Causality itself ripped like a cheap suit, defying the senses and fragmenting all mortal capacity for reason. I was driven to madness, clawing at my transforming flesh as I entered a dimension of suffering and chaos. I knew this dame was trouble.
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Feb 5, 2023 19:31
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- Buttchocks
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No, I like my hat, thanks.
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With her vaguely square shaped body, her sixteen colorful pawns, and her Pop-O-Matic dice roller, I knew this dame was Trouble, by Milton Bradley
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Feb 8, 2023 01:52
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No, I like my hat, thanks.
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A cloud of misery drifted down the hall. Carrying a skull and Soliloquizing like it was his last day on earth. Something about his mother marrying some no-good palooka, a dead girlfriend, a ghost dad, friends trying to bump him off….I could tell right away the Dane was trouble.
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