Love is for real men. — Charles Bukowski
Love is for real men. — Charles Bukowski
Love is for real men. — Charles Bukowski
Love is for real men. — Charles Bukowski
Love is for real men. — Charles Bukowski
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Love is for real men.

— Charles Bukowski
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