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| So you're telling me you're not a pizza delivery girl? | |
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| No. I'm a hot blond, brunette, or red-head with all the physical attributes you find appealing enough to masterbate by. | |
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| Wow! You sound pretty cute. Wanna go out sometime? | |
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| Look, buddy. This is just a job. I actually look like Barbara Bush in a thong bikini. And anyway, I'm busy all the time except for 2:00 to 2:15 am on even-dated Wednesdays until 2016. | |
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| That's fine. My social calandar is pretty open. | |
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