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| Huh? I'm just a rural urban country folk with a hankerin for swing dancin. | |
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| Oh ok I must have had the wrong guy... wanna fuck? | |
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| You cheating son of a bitch. I knew you'd give in to the first 9 eyed monster who came your way, I can't believe this. I want a divorce. I WANT A DIVORCE! | |
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| Listen here bitch, you tricked me. Now you die. Method of execution you ask? You guessed it folks. Frank Stallone. | |
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