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My 1st wife was a stripper. But we dated and lived together long before she started dancing. Didnt really bother me, I always assumed she would run off with some biker and I'd be out of my misery. Finaly I joined the army and got rid of her and the fucked up lifestyle.
Sex was great, but she was kind of fucked up in the head, had a serious attachment issue, and it got worse when she started dancing. That bitch's cooking was like poison also.
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