In Brazil, a young woman allegedly is shot dead by drug dealers.

The young female elitist walks to a predetermined spot, told to kneel on both knees – showcasing flawless motion. Not positive what starts tickling her fancy, except disbelief at predicament she finds herself in.

Showing visible signs of discomfort, the young lady fondles her crotch region. It appears she is secretly trying to get her panties out of a wad.

Something else tickles her funny. This time, presumably it’s the 5 ounces of love-juice running down her thighs, escaping from her time capsule box. A glimpse of glee escapes from her petrified lips, thinking about the happy thoughts of yester-life.

She never took the time to read the fine print on the back of her pussy-pass voucher, stating:


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