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Podlasie

Podlasie is a stroll in the rain along the forestry park, and a sweet — oh! how sweet first kiss under the umbrella: her strangely bland lips, intensely crimson, invariably juicy, provokingly fleshy. She in an absurd sanguine-red dress, all … Continue reading

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The Ukrainian bus adventure

. The Ukrainian bus was a heap of scrap, as old and filthy as I hadn’t seen the like since the impoverished Spain of my early childhood, and it had no heating at all. It took us eight hours to … Continue reading

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