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HOW WE DANCED
Around and round we danced in an exotic Asian club to pounding alternative music. Who said they couldn’t party? Like it’s their, our, last night on earth. Little did we all know that this prophecy was true? One night if fun with a Taiwanese lady, only dancing you understand. They are not like western ladies. On and on we danced feeling alive, when we kissed it was like fire of t...
Monday 22nd August 2011 3:27 pm
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