Bitter Batter of paltry pats-on-the-backside excursion to be of urban misinclusion circum-feeling you and the, who, I be proud when hoping to bang a nitty-gritty Shrouded Biddie, coming from the external, that’s all me, and healthy internet internally fucking thine fist and a thing, taking off the ring — oh say Ringing and Blinging — on my right hand, purchasing farmland, maybe not yet—I don’t believe I own any properties—unless Cousin Dan pays the real estate taxes for me—thine truly it’s maybe me to be included—the remnants of a Stocks deal that I sealed with maybe a few million USD—“Trust Fund” is what enlivens me of lives exploding Earthquake Turkey/Syria I’m sorry to you all, in foreign nations, that I dig Haiti in this world-known mix—oh it’s Havana, and Derek Langlois has Anna Vo, June’s sister June my chance to fuck you has drifted onto foreign shores of me hating foreigners! USA #1 for fun!
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