Blue slept again for thirteen hours and dreamt of the party office, our operations floor. Trotski made the third Mig 29 sale, and Blue the fourth to different client states. The tutor was about to commend them both but she got a sore throat. By the time she walked into the aisle towards your bay her lady lover kissed her and everyone yelled, “Viva La Revolution!” Another scene was in her room where she was too scared due to was sleeping alone in the other room. Someone or something was pulling off my blanket and I fell up into the sky past the clouds, but in reality I didn't! Blue had so many dreams like an extension of his red reality.
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Every number was a different gal and they were all the same but different. Press 1 for... press 2 for... and so it went on. Imagine what was possible and what happened in these rooms with the gals. It was amazing and wonderful. The gal wore a long black dress. From a distance she looked like Death. She needed a longer skirt, longer sleeves, a hood and of course, a scythe. Her name was *****. She also looked good in a Morticia dress just add Adams and anything went in or out of bed. Having a neuro divergent brain made her this way. Blue got worried when he saw her scythe. It would chop his head off and nuts off in one go. If I got you and your sister pregnant at the same time would you still be good fine all right and more?
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Send out the gals to meet the guys. The gals need a service and the gals do a job servicing the guys. With strong leadership from their mama-san to guide them and make sure their jobs are done correctly. It all takes place in the hotel or back alleys or parked cars or the guys' homes. The gals are always looked after for each is an asset to their cause and their mama-san. The gals are priceless bringing in a dollar amount more than their weight in gold. The oldest trade in the world. So simple but so effective. Hear the call go out, 'Here are the guys. Come on gals...'
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