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I feel like I'm breathing fire after each and every shot of this London dry gin His soliloquy of his descent into ****** language and madness accompanied by lucid memories. Only a genius can play the fool perfectly This articulate fellow follows his exploits through a drug fuelled expedition Epic in all of its madness and lascivious undertones He hears music playing his soul in a opera And that's why he loves to visit that dark place  with these liqour spirits acting as a bus ticket to the heart of it.
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Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 7:56 AM UTC
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I feel like I'm breathing fire after each and every shot of this London dry gin His soliloquy of his descent into ****** language and madness accompanied by lucid memories. Only a genius can play the fool perfectly This articulate fellow follows his exploits through a drug fuelled expedition Epic in all of its madness and lascivious undertones He hears music playing his soul in a opera And that's why he loves to visit that dark place  with these liqour spirits acting as a bus ticket to the heart of it.
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Aug 31, 2018
Aug 31, 2018 at 7:56 AM UTC
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