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| I joined a Brazilian death squad. I kill homeless children and make necklaces out of their teeth. Down there they call me "O Diabo de Rio." | |
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| I'm a side-show freak. For my act, I make horseshoes on an 80-pound anvil that is hanging from my nutsack. Then, I set my hair on fire and eat a Buick. | |
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| I sell tourists replicas of Mount Rushmore that I make out of my own feces, but my real dream is to get a sex change operation and become a Las Vegas showgirl. | |
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