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 This busty was incredible. This gorgeous doll of a nurse apparently would busty do anything he said. But she didn't look or act "hypnotized" in bustylatina the stereotypical sense: her eyes busty weren't glazed, she spoke in a normal voice, she moved like busty a latina regular person and not a B bustylatina-movie zombie.
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 But then why had Dr. Steiner been unaffected? Could it be, Paul busty wondered, that his--"power latina"--worked only on women?
 It was busty possible, he supposed. He'd heard that the hearing ranges of men and women were slightly different, with women being latina more sensitive to higher frequencies than men were. If the "something extra" his voice busty had gained were some latina magic high frequency, it might affect men and latina women differently.
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