Hell yeah, I'm British! Gf America.
Would you lick a wall of wet paint for £200?
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I am a ghost. The darling glow of gold. You are paltry in your coarse brass. You came from an anatomy of snarling mouths, a zealotry of those iron-shackle bound to the kismet of a second-hand brain hanging invisibly like a phantom limb.