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| Yesterday I got bruised all over my muff. | |
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| Damn, bitch, you got worked good! Yee Haw! | |
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| These things aint even part of my shirt, they're chest hair. | |
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| What the fuck? Tie that shit down! | |
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Are there no white pimps?
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| So I reckon you aint fit to ride? | |
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| Bitch shut the fuck up! Dem's aint chest hair suh, you jes go right on wit dat saddle der. | |
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