Demonic harlots that dip themselves in sweet smelling perfume, accentuating their form with the thin allure of a G-string and the tempting presentation of a push-up bra. Damn you foul temptress...infernal Succubus of the drunken night. With your batting lashes and lips aglow with some glistening, candy colored coating. Be gone evil Nymph....with your finely manicured talons clutching for currency as you beguile me with untruths and embolden my ignorance by engulfing me whole. Take to the wind fiendish Harpy...you Siren song singer. I can no longer bear the sight of your curvaceous form and sinister smile...your soft deceptive laughter. I banish thee!
Wait!
Soooo....you are gonna call me......right?
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