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Zekepie

Zekepie

Zekepie

Thy moth'r's a wh're, Jhepoy Dizon. Thy visage is haunting to behold at; has't thee p'rchance did gaze upon thy owneth visage in the mirr'r? thy moth'r's truly a wh're, thee hideous sir. Thee son of a wh're, and what has't thee been confabulating about me being a vagrant dishwash'r? behold upon mine own dwelling, and seeth yond t is nestl'd in a village.What about thee, thee inf'rmal settl'r? and thee boasteth about thy laptop, thee wh'reson, alloweth me to assail thy visage with mine own owneth machine. Thee son of a wh're. Doth thee dareth retaliate? thee son of a wh're, thee most wondrous extendeth thy stayeth th're, f'r thy timeth hast almost laps'd

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