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Joe le taxi y va pas partout. Y marche pas au soda. . Son saxo iavne connait toutes les rues par coeur. Tous les p'tits bars. Tous les coins noirs. . Et la Seine et ses ponts qui brillent
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sparks just quit. And if this is fun, why am I so bored with it?. Well, I'll probably never know Guilty cocker spaniels eatin' table scraps. Well, we rolled over, how our masters clapped. It felt so
There's a boy out 'luma way named Joe Eugene. He's one mellow ass son of a *-a. He loves his wheat grass and cold bean curd. He's one healthy ass sone of a bitch-a. But late at night he
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