Perhaps I have shaken my magic eight balls too hard or it could be a little too much love potion No. 9, but I feel the need to read some palms.
Cum one. Cum all. Step inside Madame Lilith's tent. Make me an offering in the form of a post and then place your palm flat against the monitor and I will foretell your future or possibly reveal your past.
I warn you. Madame Lilith's predictions are not for the faint of heart or anyone under the age of 18.
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The practice of putting women on pedestals began to die out when it was discovered that they could give orders better from there.~ Betty Grable
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