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| We have journied many days to get to this spot. Are you ready for your spirit vision? | |
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| Fuck spirit vision. You promised to pay me in fallaffal, now fork it over, Fucknuts. | |
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| But you see, that's the thing. You were already given what you asked for. Your bra is made out of the mystical fallaffal you so eagerly desired. | |
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| This... ruby red push-up bra... is the key to my salvation...? | |
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| Yes. Embrace the oneness of your funky bra. Love it. Cherish it. Fuck it like a pigeon on rampant qualudes. | |
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| Let the sperm doner tango begin! | |
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