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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
𝘚𝘢𝘻𝘺 π—•π—²π—Ώπ—Ήπ—Άπ—»π˜€π—Έπ˜†
(Simpang Bedok, Singapore)   
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