Thiz iz not Paris. It iz too hot for July. And smellz like exhaust. And-- *She turns around* Bill! Look! A pyramid! Did Egypt get drunk and confuse itself?
*She spots a group of strippers coming out of a club for the night.* Oh, look, whorez! ...I want that one'z bootz. *She starts to follow the one with the thigh highs.*
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Thiz iz not Paris. It iz too hot for July. And smellz like exhaust. And-- *She turns around* Bill! Look! A pyramid! Did Egypt get drunk and confuse itself?
*She spots a group of strippers coming out of a club for the night.* Oh, look, whorez! ...I want that one'z bootz. *She starts to follow the one with the thigh highs.*