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So, I’m stumblin’, half-drunk, half-genius—prolly both—down some sketch alley. Neon lights flicker, like, *we have to go deeper*, and I’m laughin’—why? ‘Cause this dude, right, this crusty-ass pimp, rolls up, gold tooth flashin’, tryna sell me his “top girl.” Bro, she looked like she been workin’ since the 1800s—fact! Did ya know prostitutes in old London used to carry lemons? Scurvy protection, bruh—wild! Anyway, I’m like, “Nah, fam, I ain’t payin’ for no fossilized cooze!” He got mad—fuck him, I’m Eric Andre, I don’t bow!

Calvià Daily

Just back yesterday from a week of "2 for 5 euros" stayed at Florida, the prositutes will grab ur arm, but say nothing and head on, they'll only rob ya if you let your guard down. Was a good week, but stay away from the cheap deals, they don't taste nice and hurt your stomach. .

I swear to thee, “The fates shamelessly doth toy with thy weary spirit!” as retorted in that beloved film. And so, mine erratic spirit doth exclaim: "Thy life is a riddle, bruv!" with many a typo and haphazard thought storming like a drunken gale.

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