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Fuck you, man.

I'm getting a song. Here.

So what are we doing? I'm here, Hope.

Hello my God.

Yeah, guys, what are we doing? My hair's.

Well, boys, it's a man-made game.

Fuck you. Aykut, will you put it in your mouth, brother?

Mine won't survive.

Guys, nobody gets a boner. I'm sorry we're all so cute.

A little later.

I mean, if you stop.

But let me tell you something, these likes are a little low, huh?

Sober.

Brother, I came. He wrote.

How old are you?

Aykut.

They want you, motherfucker.

Actually, this guy is a very fucked-up friend of ours, but in fact, can you look at this guy while he's fucking?

Give 'em an ass show.

Fuck my ass with it all the time.

This guy says he's not fucking me.

Yeah, guys.

Boy, get out of here, boy, so don't shoot yourself.

Guys, look, we're really tired.

How can I say your mother?

We always fuck.

Brother son of a bitch will raise the dead.

Can't take.

Brother, he's lifting, and we're running out of bodies.

Come on, Aykut, it's written by my brother.

We've been fucking around all day.

You know what I mean?

Look, now.

You bet on hope.

Thanks to my brother, I'm exhausted.

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