Someway, somehow...I must bottle or otherwise capture the smell of spilled alchohol, smoke filled rooms, sweat and cheap stripper perfume.
Sometimes I catch a whiff of it as a woman passes, and fond thoughts and memeories rush into my head...ushering out all the blood.
Sometimes I catch a whiff of it as a woman passes, and fond thoughts and memeories rush into my head...ushering out all the blood.


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