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years until one day he lost his temper. He hit over the back of the neck with his bullworker. She lost the use of the right side of her body. He got
in Public Bars Flaky pent on roostie cars An Ice Rink whaur thurs tubes fir hire The remould bias belted tyre Bullworkers, velvet suits Drainpipe
rock Greaseball & Coaches: See me hustle, Feel my muscle, Pumping Iron Stretching my bullworker, I'm heaving on my weights See my flex my delts and pecs
gnôle au lieu d'bosser mon bullworker j'me suis r'trouvé au « chaparal » je rade où rôdent les « rattlesnake » entre de fausses lauren bacall & des bogart
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