I barely noticed her as she walked into the room, being completely engrossed in working on my car. She was nude, coated in a thin layer of weight gain powder as she called my name. I, of course, did not remember hers (all women are whores). I put down the wrench and stopped working on my Mustang (1-60 in 4 seconds, yeah, not a big deal) as I looked towards her. "Now THAT'S what I'M TALKING ABOUT!" I yelled as I took off my slightly tilted hat and put down my natty.
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