passionate private property.

“…after a long ride on my bike, all I wanted to do was rest on the plaza. The signs did not deter me, but suddenly a young man approached me to tell me off… He was tall, built, masculine and everythin’ a woman could want… chemistry struck… I stared long and hard into his blue eyes… Grabbed him by the shirt… pulled him close… I could feel his warm breath on mine and his heart rushing with adrenaline… I dragged him on the plaza, sat him down and stuck my tongue in his mouth.. When I stopped, he was in shock and speechless… so I said… private property, sitting on the plaza area is not allowed… and I took off on my bike…”

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