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| Yo yo yo bitch where you been at? You cut on me again and I'm going to have to slap your sorry big fat hairy ass. You dig. | |
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| Sorry boss I had to go to the hospital and get a new bag fitted. The doctors also told me to tell you that I can no longer do anal as I have an unhappy crack. | |
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| The doctors?! Who the fuck are the "doctors" and what are they doing messing with my bitches! In the future you want medical adivce you call me. Dr. Luurve. | |
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| Ok dear you know best. You've probed me more than any of those fools. I'm ready to turn tricks so fast my false teeth and hip are going to fall out. Have I got time for a cup of tea? | |
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| Alright sailor. Fancy the ride of your life on the sturdiest ship in port with the most experienced captain. You get a tea and scone afterwards free of charge. | |
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| Go on then. Do I have to pay extra for the false teeth to come out? | |
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