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Naughty THIS

Cover
Do you see this?
(In theory, I would be pointing to the cover. But since you can’t see me, I’m forced to use my words.)
“How Classy Girls Have Naughty Sex.”
How do classy girls have naughty sex?
OK.
I might have been a little intrigued.
(A little.)
I thought… Hmmm… I’m classy. And sometimes even naughty.

So, I looked to my right and then to my left (to see if anyone was looking at me [looking at Eva]) and then I thumbed (albeit manically) through the “LIVE IT UP!” issue to find this juicy piece of journalism.

[AND SCENE]

dating diary

OK.
(I hope you’ve read. Or at least skimmed.)
Clearly, this Erin Flaherty person has never [ever] had sex.
Need I point out words like “boo?” Or “yummy?” (Strategically placed next to the word naughty? Really?)
What’s kinky (or raunchy) about the $18 bra pictured above or the sleep mask which doubles as a [GASP!] fuck mask? (ERIN, YOU SO CRAZY GIRL!)

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