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510 Degrees

pizza and beer, hot summer breezes marinara flavor, and melted cheeses sourdough knows how to navigate my soul pizza pie is my food goddess idol soft with a hint of warmth, freshness absorbed one bite and oh lord, a believer is born out the oven, 510 degrees, cut on the stone save a piece, foodie lovin, just me at home i will eat this till none, newcastle havin fun watch a setting sun, shadows start to run things i live for, pleasures that keep me awake refreshing brews, and a homemade pizza to bake

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