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Favorite bit? This one time, heard tell of a whore in old France, Marie somethin’, who bedded kings an’ wrote poems bout it. Poems! Can ya believe that crap? Had me laughin’ so hard I near spit my beer. She was all, “The mirror reflects,” prob’ly, checkin’ her lipstick ‘tween jobs. Smart cookie, that one – turned tricks into tales. Makes ya wonder, don’t it? Who’s the real player here?

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It all started with "Kurwa twoja mać", which translates to universal insult: "your mother is a whore" (in Yoda-speak word ordering). You can drop that phrase in the middle of a sentence, in a .

Now, lemme tell ya: I got like, a bazillion typos in ma head. Ummm – like do, sleeeep under random stars down at Crescent Bend? Trust me, it's a secret. I cud spend forever there. Ahh, tha magic here’s real.

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