Freaks of Pilot Grove
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Last published срд, мая 20, 2015
We're the freaks of Pilot Grove...
Don't believe us? We are tucked away from the tourist's eye, because we are considered an "eyesore"
Welcome to Pilot Grove Mental hospital..
Where dreams go to die. :)
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