It actually doesn't really smell like a corpse but smells more like a garbage can. Not nearly enough to make you gag or anything though. If you've ever smelled a dead large animal I would say that is much worse. This is like the lite version. I could actually smell it from like 50 yards away though which was pretty impressive.
Really cool to see/smell in person.
Here is some Lily of the Incas they had in the same building, I think they look very good. I would love to impregnate a native who had these in her hair.
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Just settle for some 2-bit unwashed hoe for the same experience at a huge discount! Just think of the dirt as melanin and let your fantasies take you away
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Who needs some straggy flowers once you get a whiff of 'DAT MUSK?
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This is less appealing when you think about how ugly modern peruvians are
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On one of my very last days as a teenager, as I was sitting at my usual place at the food court outside Domino's, I saw a sight that shattered my heart to pieces. A tall, blonde, jock-type guy walked into one of the restaurants, and at his side was one of the sexiest girls I had ever seen. She too was tall and blonde. They were both taller than me, and they kissed each other passionately. They made me feel so inferior and worthless and small. I glared at them with intense hatred as I sat by myself in my lonely misery. I could never have a girl like that. The sight was burned into my memory, and it caused a scar that will haunt me forever. When they walked away, I followed them in my car for a few minutes, and when they entered a less inhabited area I opened my window and splashed my iced tea all over them. It was all I could do at the time, but at least it was something. At least I made some effort to fight back against the injustice. I felt sick with hatred that night. The hatred boiled inside me with burning vitriol.
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