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Nov 2017
She is my ****** ***** with a ***** on a logo that's a hobo who is
loco, dressed in a red rococo dress, eating tuna-fish salad at Sunoco
I was just there wherever, doin' nothing overtly skinless when I saw
this scruffy dog with a nastily-productive T.B. cough, crapping on a
bench. I sniffed him from an angle, peed on him & gaily trotted off.
No ***** bone wants ***** old as through history it has been shown
that a man wants to knock up a fair maiden, not a mother or a crone
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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