His lips tasted good- good as trash in the sewer.
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I was attracted to him, reeled in like a flopping, stinky trout that was coated in a layer of radioactive slime because the world was post-nuclear apocalypse and the mutated descendants of humans needed mutated food.
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He sounds like a hottie.
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I looked in his eyes for a long time-those hollowed out, bloodshot eyes with eyebags underneath them.
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We were both eating lunch casually, i felt his eyes looking at me… god he was so hot - so i looked back at him, I looked down to see him trying to bit his lips with bolognese sauce all around them .
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Ooh good one!!
“He looked just like a bad boy love interest from an Episode story… right down to the knockoff leather jacket, more tattoos than Post Malone, and the same tired old pickup lines that appear in every ‘Falling for the bad boy gang leader’ story I’ve ever read.”
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Omg that’s a really good one!
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He smelled strongly of musk and masculinity, and his jacket hugged each one of his muscles tightly - especially the armpits. I must have spent hours staring at him trying to pull the material away from his “masculine” pits.
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oooh!
i love this!!!
That would be awesome if we use this in our story 
I might use these in my mafia story
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Yess do it!
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Yeah lol
I love all of these! They are all so creative!
She had hair that flowed like sewage from an underground pipe beneath Jersey, eyes that glimmered like radioactive waste, and skin whose texture was comparable to steel wool after being run through an industrial bread slicer.
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“His scent was captivating… he smelled like every brand of cigarettes and every cheap beer from the liquor store.”
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He had an air of incredible confidence about him, and I couldn’t help but stop and stare. It was precisely the level of confidence it would take to be seen in public with a face like his.
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I’ve admired famous men for a long time. But him, he was a different case. He was literally the Hunchback of Notre Dame.
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She carried herself with the grace of a manatee unsuccessfully trying not to hack up a loogie and the nobility of a peasant who scooped up dirt with his bare hands.
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