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One of them hung a pink bra from our lighting fixture. I left it there. It was a nice bra

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Maureen Johnson
Age: 51
Born: 1973
Born: February 16
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Philadelphia
Pennsylvania
Hung
Nice
Left
Fixture
Bras
Pink
Lighting

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