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I'm a bartender. I like recipes. They're concretes. Was the drink recipe for seduction one shot charm and two shots self-deception, shaken, not stirred?
Karen Marie Moning
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Karen Marie Moning
Age: 60
Born: 1964
Born: November 1
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