FROM THE MIND OF WHISTLER'S FRIEND FANTON LATOUR
I have a gram of coke in my brush bag, how about you and me get freaky pilgrim style? Whistler's out of town on business, I know your son and I were childhood friends, but like, I've always fantasied about you, ever since we had that seep over when we were 12 and I saw ankles under the trim of your dress, I had a boner all through dinner… he will never know, it can be our little secret, our dirty little secret, lets see if we can't stain those lace doilies a new shade of slut.
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