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Image of a tramp
a silent silhouette caught spread-eagle in the moonlight limbs askew a predatory pentagram with vacant eyes calls you forward
the slightest beckon the slow gyration grating against cold concrete rather disturbing yet infinitely erotic animalistic
makes you want to rape, fuck, destroy to fill the emptiness of action performed a thousand times over and over and over
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[Inspired by a Miles Davis jam.]