The gals at Lipsweet — a strip club near Baltimore — city not county — was beautyful indeed. Mosta ’em was black gals, which don’t bother Buck none. He loves hisself some black gals.
He admireta hook up with one them. Her name was Vanesha, and she was light-skinned, purdy as a plum, skin smooth as a snowy Sunday. But Vanesha done disappear, assumptively finding some feller with a willingness to buy cocaine. Buck’s eyes got drawn to a perky blonde with tits like sunshine, and Buck don’t wanna look away from her.From Buck on Bottom
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