Rome wasn__ built in a day, but that's because they never used Cosmic Ordering.
I was having a field day down the Westend; my deep pockets were jingling and full of money nearly every day of the week. My brother__ bird, Irene, wanted a fur coat, so I got her one by throwing a brick through the shop window and grabbing the coat off the shop dummy. Once I got to the bed-sit, I put the jacket on and waltzed in to the flat looking like Liberace, the two of them burst out laughing. Irene was like a tramp eating chips. __et__ try it on, Jimmy, please?_ As she swooned around like Joan Collins with the fur coat on, she had the air of a council estate beauty queen about her.
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I was having a field day down the Westend; my deep pockets were jingling and full of money nearly every day of the week. My brother__ bird, Irene, wanted a fur coat, so I got her one by throwing a brick through the shop window and grabbing the coat off the shop dummy. Once I got to the bed-sit, I put the jacket on and waltzed in to the flat looking like Liberace, the two of them burst out laughing. Irene was like a tramp eating chips. __et__ try it on, Jimmy, please?_ As she swooned around like Joan Collins with the fur coat on, she had the air of a council estate beauty queen about her.
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