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Current mood:  blah Category: Writing and Poetry
SIN CITY
Alcohol and cigarettes
Cocaine blasts and placing bets
City lights and private jets
Fishnet stalkings and tattooed necks
A call girl cries
A cowboy sweats
He stacks his chips with no regrets
What happens here stays here, so let's
Watch this sun that never sets
In this sinful city that survives on debts....
~Ryan Lighthouse
1:05 PM
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