Feast your eyes, friends, on my amateur of the fleet, the half-skank, half-virgin, barely legal, fixed-gear bicycle of questionable history and experience
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Ellipses!
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Ellipses!
Her red chain will seize you by the pant-cuffs and tear your jeans right off, throwing you over the handlebars and flat onto your back, dominating and humiliating you in front of gods and passersby in the street ... but only if you're into that careless, I-forgot-to-roll-up-my-pant-leg kinky shit
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The feel of her thin, no-frills, what-you-see-is-what-you-get red cotton handlebar tape feels like business mixed with pleasure: getting the job done with smooth, efficient, old-skool, straight-forward techniques
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