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| Many a’years I’ve luked fore a hehe tidi minstrel. Mine eyes shimmer een moonleet skies. He must take a countenance to pisse upon mine mouth and mine leg. Thou must be a thrifty yoong fellow. Alas, thine minstrel may use a comb upon thine shaggy pelvic region, fore he art not a wealthy gentlemen but a mangy brute. |
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