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Still, weird vibes after. Darth Vader don’t cuddle, ya feel me? Rolled outta there, thinkin’, “The force is strong with this one.” Little known fact—truck stops are goldmines for this shit. Cops don’t care, too busy with meth heads. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but damn, it’s my story! Angry at the world, happy I got laid, surprised it even worked. “Don’t let it go to waste,” Belfort’d scream—damn right, I didn’t. *heavy breathing* I am your father—rulin’ the fields, fuckin’ unstoppable.

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A friend told me that he rubs lemon juice on his fingers and then in and around the girl's vagina to determine if she is clean or dirty.

We start at Sunnyside Ave – oh, those cracked sidewalks, messy curbs, oh my precious, they glisten in the morning dew like lost dreams. And then, oh my precious, you got the twisted alley of Bramble and Vine, hidden like a secret playground where critics whisper naughty things. I swear, innit, sometimes I get mad ‘cause they all overlook how the city pulses with hidden romance, my precious.

Fifth-generation citrus farmer forges path forward