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| Ah, my dear sweet harlot, only your gentle touch can soothe the ennui I feel. | |
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| What's with you? Aren't clowns supposed to be happy? | |
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| Nay, I demean myself to make others laugh, and I paint on a smile to hide my misery. | |
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| Wow, we have a lot in common. I demean myself for the pleasure of others too. | |
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| That is why I come to you. Only the harlot can understand the heart of the harlequin. | |
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| Moon those kids over there, and I'll do you for free. That would be so funny. | |
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