It's safe to say the fortune-teller couldn't predict this outcome.
Even with much experience gazing into a crystal ball, only speculation can be drawn.
On top of plush red sheets this woman will sit, waiting to lure the next victim in;
giving false promises of what the future has to offer.
A light haze of incense will incapsulate the room, providing the true affirmative of Gypsy dwelling.
And her legs will be spread.
The whispering eye serving as an intermediate for male cooperation.
But man is only man, and urges must be satisfied.
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