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A pimp loses his massive wallet.
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| Hey, let me get five dolloars. I lost my big fat wallet. If I catch a mother fucker with my wallet I'mma slit his throat Jack. | |
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| What? Do I look like a bank to you? | |
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| Yeah, man. Fire, brimstone and all that jazz. Out of site! You know I wouldn't be pimpin' if it wasn't for you. Man, I'm going to hell anyway. Five dollars is all I want. A whore's soul is yours. | |
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| A sould huh? And all you want is five smackeroos? Make it a one of those that can clap her but cheeks and you have a deal. | |
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