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How Titanic should have ended...
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| I'm sorry, miss. It was a false alarm... We ran into a frozen humpback whale, not an iceberg. So, we should be arrving safely in New York this time tomorrow. | |
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| Ah, fuck me! Now I gotta decide between the rich, uncaring, self-centered bastard, or the poor, white-trashed artist! | |
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| While you're deciding, what say we go back to your stateroom and you let me fondle your funbags? | |
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