The Magenta Murderer
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Last published Sat, Mar 25, 2023
In the 1920s, a woman named Kallypso ruled the streets of Chicago. With her gorgeous looks and her captivating body, she was well known for her magenta lipstick and getting exactly what she wanted. And she did. I thrive to follow in her footsteps as the "Magenta Murderer"
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mildly sexual scenes, alcohol, abuse, violence, language
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