Sexpigeon

Nov
3rd
Tue
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New York. What does this moon want? I hate it. I want to give it the kind of pounding that it’ll remember, rough it up like no dumb old asteroid could. “I just was trying to recommend a hotel,” sputters the moon. Shut up, moon.

New York. What does this moon want? I hate it. I want to give it the kind of pounding that it’ll remember, rough it up like no dumb old asteroid could. “I just was trying to recommend a hotel,” sputters the moon. Shut up, moon.