fending off the advances of trampy casino ladies (in my imagination) and my teen daughter is upstairs in her bedroom with her boyfriend for the night and my broken son is wandering, cooking, rebuilding and I haven’t slept in two days and what the fuck.
Can I Please?
Lisa Renee


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