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Jun 2
Where we aren't at?

Tookout a port o *****, lock it up
All night long

That's my property

You on, huh?

Big city shiner and?

What you gonna do when we get you there?

The winter gets cold

I'm in Sumner on your credit


***** roots grow huh Irish

I ain't guessed yet Anthony

You Anderson!

Nuh
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kevin  44/M/california
(44/M/california)   
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