I walked into the Vatican wearing nothing 8ut a floor-length mink and a smile, then I did a line of crushed moonstone off the ass of the Pope's personal stripper. I'm getting gassed up off this fucken Transylvanian tom8-rot pack that smells like wet dog in a microwave and regret, making this holy refuge str8 up devilish! Afterwards I'm going to 8eat the 8ark8east piss out of an opp simply to harvest his tears for this fucken wock I'm concocting in my 8asement like I'm some witch over a cauldron with a comedically large spoon plated in 24k gold, this shit will make you see into the 8th dimension once I'm done and have your dum8ass hearing a the voices of your ancestors. I don't have a pulse anymore nowadays, only a hustle and a penchant for smacking your lusus in front of you while your 8itchass sits there and does nothing a8out it! Don't you dare try FUCKING WITH ME! This took a while to concoct.
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