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| I am the lung doctor. I'm going to paste your labia to your thighs you dirty little whore. | |
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| In this bag I hold tuning forks that I will jam into your penis. And i'll fucking make that shit ding. Do you want me? Do you wanna taste me? Tear my fucking labia off and mail it to my aunt Sally. | |
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