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to eat dick for cash. Now take yo’ ass on somewhere ’fore I get upset.” “Ocean.” I spoke through clenched teeth as Thomasina’s jaw sat on the floor. When she finally turned to leave, he said, “Aye, one question.” “Yes, Mr. Pendrell?” Her nostrils flared, and her lips were clipped tightly together. “You got any of them strawberry candies in ya purse? I don’t know where to buy them muthafuckas, but I know all the old hoes keep ’em on deck.”
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Ocean is hilarios! lmaoooo
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