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Nov 2017
Our pudding was icy & love for free Cuban chicks was spicy as the
Obama night drew us into sun-gone darkness & round, meatless fur
burgers that Mooshell made, stirred by hot estrogen that wasn't hers
𝘚𝘢𝘻𝘺 π—•π—²π—Ώπ—Ήπ—Άπ—»π˜€π—Έπ˜†
(Simpang Bedok, Singapore)   
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