Look at her man, bitch has awesome tattoos.
Where?
There: with the Mexican Sleeves.
A dragon rides up one side, a flaming angel, ready for vengeance, up the other.
Shiiit.
She motions forward, hair slicked down with sweat.
Oh man, you think she heard?
She’s a somnambulist; her pendulum hips swing me into a dark, dirty sleep.
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