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Nov 2017
Last Friday, I was fishing for fish with a fishing pole in France, at a
fishery in short fishing pants, beseiged by huge French gnats, when
I fell into a filthy-street-drug-induced-comatose-like-terminal trance
π‘Ίπ’–π’›π’š π‘©π’†π’“π’π’Šπ’π’”π’Œπ’š
(Simpang Bedok, Singapore)   
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