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| Mrs. Wilmington got me a hooker? Then this must mean she cares after all... either that or maybe I've just pestered her enough... | |
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| Hooker? No, big boy. Try love slave. Now quit talking and undress me. | |
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| I don't know if I can accept this, I... lately I've been so horny for human women I haven't given a thought to other crabs... | |
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| Did you hear me big boy? I'm still wearing my shell... | |
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| ...but on the other hand, Mrs. Wilmington was being a prude and this babe's ready to put out! Guess it's time to knock shells!!! | |
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| That's more like it sweetheart, don't be afraid. | |
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