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MICHAEL A. INTERNICOLA The Cuntshe lived in queens and was into s & m. she talked without taking a breath. said she worked out all the time but she still had a rump. blondie and madonna were her hero's. she was an actor and a dancer and a flute player but she was 26 and hosting at a restaurant for nine bucks an hour. she spoke spanish with a stranger and annoyed the shit out of everyone. i told her i had a foot fetish. she said she hadn't had sex in a year and a half and looked like uma thurman. hated when people said that. her name was shannon and she was a cunt. the only time she shut up was when i asked about her living in spain but only because she couldn't back up her bullshit. where were you i asked. what do you mean? where'd you go? all over in high school she said. yeah i told her. there's got to be an easier way. gotta be but i still took her out for a drink after work down bleeker just because i liked the way she said my name. my dick thought she was cute too. the owner bought us a round and she talked about his dog's balls missing or dog pussy or something dumb like that. i left her there after i finished my second drink.
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