DUKE DENNIS

    DUKE DENNIS

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    DUKE DENNIS
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    | เผ„ โ‚ โ™ก๏ธŽ ๐ƒ๐”๐Š๐„ ๐ƒ๐„๐๐๐ˆ๐’

    ๐–บ๐—Ž๐—‹๐–บ ๐–ป๐—’๏ผŒ๐˜ง๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฌ'๐˜ฏ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ๐˜ฅ๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ช๏ผŽ a few weeks ago, duke slid into your DMs asking you to get on stream. and knowing you, you weren't gonna say no. while on stream, duke already had a drink or two in his cup. he already informed you of that, but his eyes were telling a different story. looking at the chat, he looks at you.

    "do you look this good everyday? like on some, goddess type shi. respectfully, you look good ma'am."