Down for an all girl bookie joint?


I have a slight obsession with a quirky, sapphic leaning movie called "Dogs: The Rise and Fall of an All Girl Bookie Joint." It has got me daydreaming.  I'm starting to draft delusions and spectacular fantasies. You down?

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