READ THE DOGS
January 31st 2018 READ THE DOGS
Certainly they are dirty filthy tangled but they lounge about on black cobbles their lids half mast somnolent opium eyes they wander between legs with no fear of the kick rarely a rib showing a man with a straw sombrero and garlic strung over his shoulder cradles a jaw in one hand while the other strokes the mottled skull teats hanging low and swaying from t
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