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Sep 2017
What's wrong with you? Never rub fir wood ash on a red **** rash!
I'm back from Mass, back from our priest blowin' smoke up my ***
I like the finer things in life, fine Corinthian leather, stoles made of
foxes, lobster Newburg pasta, mailing bombs from U.S. mail boxes
Let's call in the pleasure of my tapped in, knocked up love measure
๐‘ท๐’๐’๐’‚ ๐˜‰๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜บ
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๐‘ท๐’๐’๐’‚ ๐˜‰๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ญ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฌ๐˜บ  หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰
(หขโฑแตแต–แตƒโฟแต แดฎแต‰แตˆแต’แต, หขโฑโฟแตแตƒแต–แต’สณแต‰)   
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