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Originally posted by paigowprincess
Luckily for you, as a midwestern lawyer, you can have your pick of hot women and if you ever fuck a gal who feels like a glass of water, you can move on. And luckily for me, as a spinster, while probably floppy, my cooter will not be streteched anymore bc who is gonna use it? Plus, if a tree falls in a forest and noone is there to hear it, did it make noise?
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Apropos of nothing, this made me think of Coltrane and Paigow as the protagonists that classic song of American angst; that ode to love, longing, and innocence lost. I refer, of course, to Bob Seger's Hollywood Nights.
After all, Paigow had been born with a face that would let her get her way. Coltrane (the Midwestern boy on his own) took one look at Paigow's soft eyes (so innocent and blue), and not only did he know that he was too far from home, but when he saw that face, he had lost all control.
Need I add that Paigow was looking so right in her diamonds and frills, and that she had all of her skills? I think that I need not.
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