i walked downstairs to Lamborghouni (sp?), almost cracked out of my skull between being knocked up by the flu & heading down the hallway leading to the man holding the desicion of possibly changing my life. i was led into a private room which was circular and covered in white padding, with a bench and a red brilliant looking chandelier in the
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