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  • “Pounds for my starlets!” So says the dancing man capillaries crimson sweating through his woolen disguise Slow rolls his shameless tender this damp existence estranged; wheezing walk through charcoal fog...

    Pimp (poem)

    “Pounds for my starlets!” So says the dancing man capillaries crimson sweating through his woolen disguise Slow rolls his shameless tender this damp existence estranged; wheezing walk through charcoal fog...

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