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Look at that, I'm 57, the dogs, the miracles, my ass melts.
Look at that, active 57, where soap, cloth, lions, stink.
# Daddy with beaks grows the fly when I come, if it's burgundy, it's fucking #.
No, *****, I'm in trouble with the world, Tuesday afternoon.
I've smoked a little one, the cowards, I'm burgundy, but no one without understanding me.