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The Price of A Nut

She glows at the sign of the family break up and hates on him for the new life. Transmitting her energy with static and calculating her fortunes by the currency of her kitty cat.

Trusted allies sell their fortunes and soul for a taste of that forbidden fruit. If only they knew the price to pay for a nut. So she wears the mask in the daytime and play the slut at night.

Taking pride by the number of birds her kitty cat snatches in size, based in the foundation of the family. So now you are on that stage not knowing you have been cast, wearing many masks you forget who you are, so you pretend to be who you are.

Pimping their seeds on the directors chair in this city of angels where the currency is your soul, a new generation is born.


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