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Ayanna
Angel
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Wee. Look out. This smokin dyme piece wandered into town
and we had get a stick to keep the fellas away from her.
Once she saw we were throwing dollars around, she was
had. Once we bagged her, we sent her on her way with two
Washingtons and a facial Andrew Jackson would be jealous
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