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In praise of Courtney Love, sexual beast.
The question falls like the lead: did someone see her?
Since the patapúfete of the times, she was the ardent hygiene of the little girls of the empire.
The lactal dromedary going down to Haifa, maybe.
Don't read this without a bow: You're the baboon in Tower Records, the giraffe on fire sucking the naphta of a Boeing!
Courtney, amor: give me once for all your slit; i just wanna feel it sliding inside.
You're (she is), the wire of the lagunas of Chaco? Is she?
Courtney Amor is maybe, the daughter of a sonofbitch love: this motherfucker love of the butt and the skirt?
Courtney, sexual bête: is just a matter of time: i don't want your Love, Courtney: i want to fuck you, make your buttocks and cunt all mine; just use you as a sexual toy.
I just want you to titfuck you; and after a wild 69, splash your face all in cum.
Courtney, shining like a truck full of paraguayan garlic, sunk into your sex like an obsession; specially then.
Because i want to faire l'immondice avec toi; not your love Courtney, Love.
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