"What's your name?" he asked.
"Lucifer."
"No seriously."
"I am serious."
"You got a number?"
"Yeah, 666."
"Nah, come on."
"Do you need me to repeat myself?"
The man walked away, completely unaware that the devil himself could shapeshift.
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A busty woman with red highlights walked into a casino, her cleavage full of dollar bills. The sound of her stilettos caught the attention of the scrawny man alone at the bar. She sat two seats to his left, and he swirled his stool in her direction.
"What's your name?" he asked. "Lucifer." "No seriously." "I am serious." "You got a number?" "Yeah, 666." "Nah, come on." "Do you need me to repeat myself?" The man walked away, completely unaware that the devil himself could shapeshift. Comments are closed.
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"Classic"
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