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 "She comes here every Tuesday at closing time latinatime, though she doesn't know why."
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 "I shit latina you latina not, sir," he countered. "Put this on."
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 "Fuck me, TurboWhore. Fuck me as hard as you latina can. You'll never make me come. I'll just think about baseball."
 "Never. I'll do it. The Iron Lady...Standing before Parliament...Explaining economic policy...Wearing nothing but a time pair of latinatime fishnet stockings. And who is latina that coming to join time her? It's...it's...A Naked Allen Greenspan. In cowboy boots."
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 "Not so anxious to destroy the city now, are you villain?" she beamed.
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 "Stop. Stop!" I protested. "I don't want to hear it!"
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