The proprietress is dressed like this: an ironed white shirt, a bright red mouth, and a meticulous haircut with black and bright waves. Sometimes she smokes, turns her face to one side, her eyes are blurred, and occasionally wears a leather skirt to find a slutty man with eight pack abs. At a certain moment, two sloppy and unremarkable customers at the window suddenly got into trouble. One of them leaned out a pistol and jumped onto the table, his jacket tucked into his trousers crookedly, he raised his pistol and took a glance, shouting " Robbery."
This scene is from a vulgar novel. The image of this proprietress is that of Uma Sema. This idea is mine.
When I couldn't take a nap and stared straight at the back of the dark red table in front of me, my mind was like running a train, running around.
I have looked through all kinds of posts I have written, and only one about black belly is satisfactory to me. What is written is all kinds of wretches that cannot be pierced in people's hearts. We have many motivations to do things, but we always have to choose the most decent one to come to the Taiga Hall. If someone does not maintain this decent hypocrisy, then he must be a person without friends. This is a tacit understanding that you and I know well. And why I am satisfied, because I am such a person, this is my own selling point.
It's like Caroline in the bankrupt girl, holding a cupcake that says fuck you, suck my dick, shouting to MAX, MAX is you, your selling point, and the expression is the same as Columbus who discovered the New World.
Yeah, MAX is a woman with coldness from the inside out. Such a girl is a dead end in troubled times. Whenever a man wearing a woolen hat with few banknotes in his pocket snaps his fingers, and calls to the waitress with a decadent and tugging air, he wears bright red lips and his head is swayed with wild curly hair. Max will bring his F-cup breasts with disdain for everything, crackling his fingers while saying to him: You think you are playing cool when you snap your fingers, but you can only make me cold. The mentality that this hairy boy wanted to pretend was ruthlessly dissected to basic atoms. A basin of cold water poured from the inside to the outside immediately caused him to retract his outstretched arm weakly like a frosted eggplant, expressing respect for the waitress in an honest tone. MAX is simply the only surviving queen of justice in the world of corrupt and degenerate capitalism. She is a model of being poor and humble, unable to move mighty, to yield wealth, and not to be lewd.
If women's chests are also rotating according to the laws of the planet, then MAX's chest is simply the center of the galaxy. If Tucao can also become an art, then MAX can be hundreds of forums. This glamorous and frosty character is still playing in New York's most indiscriminate tavern. It seems to say, hey, my old lady is such a wonderful flower with clear ripples and not demon.
Who said that a woman with big breasts cannot be wise at the same time. MAX can make all the men, women and children who are armed from head to toe forced to be weak in an instant while talking and laughing. When entertaining guests, the pun "she is coming" is heartbreaking. Besides, in this tavern full of lascivious and wretched men, the righteousness with evil spirits like MAX cannot be suppressed.
There are two kinds of women. One is with a rack all over the body, wearing a seductive perfume and being touched by a man's jade arm will pretend to be frightened and shouting no; Recently, the old lady is not easy to provoke a friendly reminder, and when she meets her sweetheart, Overlord Flower immediately turns into a shameful rose. The former is the result of the survival of the fittest. The latter is a lingering breed.
MAX is such a rare creature in the back. She would stand up and say to her female partner: I'm dead inside, and she would go home and collapse in her boyfriend's arms. She would yell at the cynical aunts in the restaurant, and she would not know where to put her eyes in front of the graffiti literary man.
How sturdy and cute you are.
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