Swing it dance. It was Mark's birthday. Jenny was playing in the Cascade Swing orchestra. There were a lot of people there in attendance. It was a good night of dancing.
Cats in Istanbul are the new Sultans. They do what they want, when they want. They are tough, yet refined. Everyone takes care of them, and they expect it. This particularly cat said to me, I am the Sultan. You must pet me. I might bite or scratch you even if I like you. This sultan is on parade. This is the sultan's Haram. Ok, the sultan's fell from power had to sell their belongings, and got a job in a store. They still only do sales work. What do you want?
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