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Brrra Bra

Low decibel symbols collect ‘n connect my visuals. The bass drum pump-thumps heavenly audio rituals. I feel my pulse throb in tune with the music. I don’t fear I’m lost ‘cuz I already loozed it. Lousy pouty pitty perfect pompous pleasing slutty servant. Select me. Put me at ease; drop your panties. Now on your knees. Beg some more give me your pleas as I lay supremely pleased. Click click clack rewite re-spat: solder mercury water retire retract siphons spill over slippery slopes certain as politicians stealing your boats.

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