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Calabrese kinda day

Calabrese Joey the Clown or Sammy the Bull either way doing hits for the mob attacking disabled mothers for sport truly arriving at the conclusion of where to bury Anthony Ant and his brother moving over boundaries of Jamaican snatch pulling home invasions carried out through the malice of my wearing wires pregnant for the Fbi buying weapons and drugs from junk sick African American officers the twisted balance sings me lullabies while I can still hear my fetus heart beat not fearing any man hence I am not fearing you bully

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