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THE NIGHT AT THE HOTEL

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adult devotated sin

I was at that point in my music career when my voice was the hit... I was a Gospel Musician but with a very unique voice and style of music.... Larry was my keyboardist, He was divinely anointed to play the Keyboard . He was married and I was too....
He just knew how to play the right tune.... He gave my music it's style... Our families knew each other well, my husband never saw him as a threat, and neither did his wife have a problem with us travelling around for sold out shows.... He was the instrument, I was the voice...All Rights Reserved

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