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Guys and Dolls – Heather Mirassou

When marionettes are dancing and prancing, voracious appetites are searching. Tumbling, fumbling and mumbling. Blackouts imminent, guilty pleasures abide, pick-up artists catch befallen angels and pick up the pieces as morning arrives. Advertisements

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