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Re: Random Thoughts On Guest Houses
Don't trust those places, they remind me of the League of Gentleman. Just decline any invitation down to the Cellar.
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I'm feeling rough, I'm feeling raw, I'm in the prime of my life.
Let's make some music, make some money, find some models for wives.
I'll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, and fuck with the stars.
You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars.
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