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Originally Posted by cavalucho
probably better not to understand the words. i mean, who elso could get away with that ridiculous dancing.
lmao at the old lesbians in the audience
and now a bit of culture:
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita