sindy leaned back across the bar, her microskirt suggesting her lack of underwear.
her heels reminded him of the world trade centre in new york.
stratospheric footwear.
she was looking good until she fell over, the ketamine she'd snorted kicking in nicely.
(she was in it for the money).
olivier chomped down on his cigar, thinking he was looking real tough and mean.
in reality he looked like a stupid hawaian shirt wearing white guy with a big black dick in his mouth,
smoke leaking out of his head.
the perfect couple.
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