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| I'm a desperate phamacutical crack ho, DIE PIG!!! | |
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| So what if you didn't execute me, I won't learn to be a sassy elloquente assassin without Nina Simone | |
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| Dig my eurotrash accent and my mysterious eyes. Here is a present from your uncle binky, shoot that guy in the face... twice. | |
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| I can't be your assassin. I love another. Your acid bath 'Cleaner' is dead and the job is finished. I'm done, I want out. Now maybe I can afford breast implants. | |
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| I could kill her, I should kill her, but I love the nasty little crack ho. I'll tell my superiors she died in a clog dancing accident. Adieu my love... Adieu... | |
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