The fountain in Tropicana.
A boob.
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7 comments:
boobs
I think they hand those bags out at the corner of mott and canal. Seriously. Along with a skinned duck to hang in your window and some cheap knock-off bag to fool your girl/wife.
Those tits are fake
Them's nice hooters but da dame looks like Brando in "On the Waterfront"
haha. . .Keith!
How is the Tropicana - now that they have new ownerhsip?
I see Cuba Libre... great place!
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