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I used to date a stripper. I didn't notice the soul-less eyes until a few months in. It was like something inside her died. Something innocent, something that is rightfully supposed to be there in every living creature. It looked familiar at first, but I couldn't quite figure it out. One day, I just happen to be at the zoo, and I locked eyes with one of those exotic cats, the ones that look like they could be house cats, if not for the sign telling me differently. The cage it was in was small, and there was not much more than a rock and an old branch that someone had thought might make for good exotic cat furniture. It paced back and forth, wanting to run, wanting to hide, wanting to do something other than pace back and forth all day. Like I said, we locked eyes for a second, and I knew right then where I knew those eyes... this poor cat had stripper eyes, soul-less and empty. So I did the only thing I could think to do... I dropped a dollar in front of it's cage and went to get some pizza.
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Crack, you and I are long overdue for a vicious bout of mansex.
~Halx
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