HatesParisHilton
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ahhhh good, here we go: LOGLINE style, bwahh haw haww hahhhhh!!!!! So,1600’s, Salem. The oh so smug informant to a witchfinder general finds herself on the wrong end of a side of town owned by a secret Warlock, who has clandestinely purchased a duplicate set of Inquisitorial devices used tby the WitchHunter himself: for use on HER. Before he begins, he tells her she’ll beg Lucifer himself to ravage her ass, and to convince her, he’ll be seeing which can last to see the Dawn: Puritan Faith or her buttflesh and anus... 1920’s Berlin, and the only way a curvy callipygian coquette will make the entry into her prestigious Painting School of choice is to to undergo serious tuition from the Figure Painting Department Master, but the only colours are going to be red on pearl and the brushes he uses aren’t for canvas...
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I am (now) "Hiltie", hear me ROARRRRR! And have a cuffy cake, they're nice.
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