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jeeeezus. this might be catastrophic for my academic and criminal record if i can't keep my mind focused: survive the week, embrace the void. feel the pains of encroaching old age and chronic lower back pain slip away just like the sheer blouse from my womanly shoulders. know what? fuck that. i'll be there just to prove that the shackles of youth look fucking hot. paix.
ps: i love miami brings all the boys to the yard.
pps: ever notice that you sound like an asshole when you try to sing instrumental house tunes? seriously autistic.
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"I'm tired of self-respect"-DK
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