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we got sunshine stacked on the store shelves.
so come with your family to the big sale
& check out our bonanza price special deals
with red tag discounts for all you local residents
& special prices for military & senior citizens.
it's only for a limited time
here in a san diego department store.
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a puerto rican worker for continental airlines, maybe southern italian,
not a great looker but sufficient & she smells goddamn good,
nothing too shi shi just maybe some scum west cleveland scent
probably tommy hilfiger perfume but she wears that garbage right,
little squirt on the left wrist, rub that squirt onto the right wrist,
farther away sprayed squirt onto the neck & one between the tits,
long black hair like a fictional iroquois princess, great teeth & smile,
& she sounds pretty cute talking on the gate c-17 loudspeaker.
on the airplane it's the freaking stewardess, mid to late 30's,
too much makeup which mom warns me about but she's attractive,
not thin not fat but well-built probably she's had a kid or two,
almost athletic looking though, got a thick backseat too baby,
bending over in the aisle to pick up a stray empty sprite can
& bumping passengers with her warm body wrapped in that uniform
for the coach passengers to gawk at, first class' girl was a hag.
now arizona, the women who patrol the scottsdale fashion center,
pushed & pulled & tucked & 45 & out shopping at nordstrom's,
taking a break to hit the food court & chat it up with the girls,
get some food from the trendy organic sub place with the long line,
(west coast malls are all the same)
stare at 22 year old young maleness through raggedy blue jeans,
silicone breasts & butts, bodies botoxed but still almost hot,
no self concept & that makes them easy for somebody to swindle.
four peaks brewery & restauraunt, young waitress so smiley,
quite a barmaid compared to others around, a college girl,
19 if she's aged a day, baby smooth olive skin is totally flawless
it's pristeen as christmas morning, smart enough to play dumb,
two brown eyes like motherly tractor beams used to lure men
away from the job & the 40 hours & the wife & the domesticity
or the mundane or the routine that's killing everything they are,
fresh breath blown into the lungs of many men's thirsty hips,
giggly & begging all 260 men at the bar for it at this very moment,
body that's a rail thin testament to flawless yet innocent perfection.
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