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May 2017
I was living in the woods with stinking, ****** hippies when a hippie poured for me a glass of municipal water. Even though I didn't see what the big deal was, I've not drank city water since. Is that Jimi Hendrix? No, it's only a rotting oak tree stump. ****!
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(Simpang Bedok, Singapore)   
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