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In a drunken stupor, Jorge's mind wanders to a distant place...
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| He's looking at my groodies. | |
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He tries to befreind his own hallucination...
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| You've put me in a trance with your beauty. Come, off to bed we go! | |
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Suddenly the alcohol wears off...
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| Wanna see my babykiller tattoo? | |
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