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He has a body with subtle yet erotic tattoos. He dances with his shirt off and you notice that his pecs are coming along nicely. Everything looks perfect until you look at his face and realise that he is ugly.

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This entry was posted in Life Story and tagged blog, blogger, gay, life, lifestory, like, my words, story, storytelling, tattoo on March 7, 2024 by Delicto.

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