He danced his funky self all over that little stage--a small town, white boy carrying a few extra pounds was like the second coming of the His Royal Badness. It was all so beautiful and raw and sexy and well, confusing.
We run, we walk, we eat, we write. If I could just get these Bitches to type.
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He danced his funky self all over that little stage--a small town, white boy carrying a few extra pounds was like the second coming of the His Royal Badness. It was all so beautiful and raw and sexy and well, confusing.