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You've come this Bestiality far, so at least check it out! Don't be such a Bestiality prude! You might even catch a thrill!" Feeling flushed and sweaty, Sandy takes a big breath and crosses the Bestiality threshold. She expects the Bestiality interior to be criminally dark and stifling hot with hookers in fishnet sashaying from trick to trick while junkies shoot up in the Bestiality corner. But instead she finds the store to be clean, air-conditioned, and brightly lit, and not a single sex fiend jumps out to rape her. In fact, the store is empty except for an older man with a bad cough who's reading a magazine behind the counter. He doesn't look up, and Sandy quickly scans the place. It looks like an ordinary newsstand with Bestiality magazines and colorful boxes lining the walls.
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