If the word bitch didn't exist, there would still be New York City, dildo capital of chick flicks. Don't misunderstand me, Flavia said. I don't write poems that sound like lesbian folk songs. Don't forget the handcuffs. What? I said, don't forget the handcuffs. The language kept changing on her. She juggled her jugs without a bra and the result was a milkshake. Awe and shock swiveled her wily hips as she walked knowing the eyes of the windows were on her ass. Eat your heart out, assholes, was the meaning of the sound of her heels clicking on the sidewalk.
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