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| Damn, Tranny G! You're my hermaphrohero. Just be careful, woman: you damn near quiefed my head off. You don't want to blow baby balls all over the walls. | |
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| I warned your hermaphroass about that quiefing. Our friction musta left you aflame. I had to use the fire extinguisher on yo shit. Damn, Miss Tran, will you stop yo screamin? | |
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| Oh, I do apologize. I keep forgetting I came in here with you. I keep thinking you fell out or something. | |
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