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| The sea. My big blue, wobbly, misteress what lets me trawl a boat in her voluptous navel. 'Tis said the sea has no memory, and I wish I didn't either. | |
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| F'risntance I wish I had no memory of my parents life as sex clowns and my brother, Captain Junkass, who's a superhero. Oh to be, one with the sea, as one as a man running a floating brothel can be. | |
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| Sure do sir! You're fucking insane! | |
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| Do you understand me meaning, Ms. McBreasts? | |
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