Dreamgirl 241

I saw it out at the battery.

Anyway.

Let me check over here.

I gotta get off the street.

Stood in line for four and a half hours

for those Ramstein tickets.

Ugh.

Oh, my feet are killing me.

They smell so bad.

I know they do.

I can smell them from here.

Mmm.

Nice and stinky.

Should have got you to go

get my Ramstein tickets.

Stood in line in these heels.

Ugh.

Oh, wee.

A whiff.

Nice and stinky.

Oh, they smell bad.

Mmm.

They really do.

I don't even like touching it

because it makes my fingers smell.

Stinky

stockings.

They kind of smell like

cheese.

A little bit vinegary.

Ugh.

Stinky. Stinky, sweaty

stockings.

Nothing better on these

sweet, sunny feet.

Bet you'd like to get a whiff of that,

wouldn't you?

Mmm.

Wanna smell it?

Smell my sweaty soles.

Mmm.

My stinky soles.

Ugh, they stink.

I can almost, I can smell it

from here.

In fact, if anyone came in this room,

they would smell my feet.

They'd say, "Eww!

Whose feet?"

Sorry to say it, but it's mine.

Oof.

Bad. It stinks.

Eww.

When I rub them together,

I can smell it more.

It kind of releases

the odor or something.

Eww, stinky.

I could sure use a foot massage, though.

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