Sunset on Jersey
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Última publicación mar, abr 21, 2015
A story about an Italian Mobster
WARNING:
1. grammar nazis beware: it is supposed to be bad grammar and bad spelling it's colloquial.
2. There are several stereotypes and strong opinions here. I do not echo these. Please do not be offended they are strictly fictional. Any similarities to anyone dead or alive are purely coincidental
Don't kill me *sobs*
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