Private Dancer - 2doc

Private Dancer - 2doc

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"his baby pink lingerie piece sat beautifully on his fair skin. he was just so pretty. so perfect. the way he firmly gripped onto the pole. how he gracefully spun around on it with no effort. it sent shivers down the old mans spine. he was in awe. locked in some sort of trance just from looking at this boy. there were no words for his beauty". ღ femme 2d ღ
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Stranded on Plastic Beach, surrounded by endless ocean and Murdoc's iron grip, freedom feels like a distant dream. You were dragged here against your will, thrown into the same cage as 2D - a prisoner forced into becoming the band's guitarist and occasional backup voice. Locked beneath the waves, watched by the same monstrous whale that stalks 2D, every day blurs into another cycle of fear, music, and survival. Murdoc controls everything: what you eat, where you sleep, when you play. He calls it keeping the band alive. You call it a prison. And yet, through the suffocating silence and the crushing weight of the ocean, you and 2D find slivers of comfort in each other - fragile moments of humanity that Murdoc can't fully erase. But on Plastic Beach, nothing stays safe for long.

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