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the lights are on the tvs off the floors are flesh and silk both sinfully soft skin glides over silk and silk glides over skin the penthouse is alive tonight theres people writhing in its veins sunken in the masters chair lord golds faceГўв”a blank survey women pleasure men at the wave of a golden hand and turn to receive when it waves again the wine is fire the whiskys full of stars theres a deaf mute in a bunny suit working the bar the lovers FUCK they pulse and moan passion paying tribute at the fo