How did thee fare?
What has thee seen?
The mother of my children, three
I call her name...
Underneath her love, my heart did stay
I love the footsteps that she made
Here comes the black queen,
We've only begun.
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The dark cast shadows sweep across the floor of the dimly lit showroom. Every inch of detail into Serpent's Desert's Arabian nights aesthetic has been carefully and meticulously picked out to give the ambiance an irresistible feel. Every one in the place is having their fill of malt liquors and each table top is decorated with fancy gold gleaming hookahs. The sweet smelling fruit aromas of puffs of smoke rise into the air above our heads as I sit back and gander at the fuckable whores before my eyes.
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