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Four Thousand Club
Motheal starbrew
he nodded lightly with a exhale as his expression dimmed back to blank. "that is my name,you haven't told me yours though,a bit rude if you ask me." motheal told him and remained where he sat comfortably. he brushed his blonde bangs away from his eyes seeming rather content. "i know what your thinking,i don't want anything. i just like good looking men." he told him with a smirk.
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