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| Uhh...What're you doing in my house? | |
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| Um, because it's my house. Duh. | |
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| ...I honestly think you're mistaken, ma'm. You see I- | |
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And this is why you let hookers steal you're house. Remember kids.
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| I ain't no ma'm. I am a classy, educated, mature hooker. And I ain't no ordinary hooker. I am THE hooker, son. THE HOOKER! So when I say this is my house, I mean this is my house. Now get out, ya rat. | |
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