Hello, ladies, look at your map, now back to me, now back at your map, now back to me. Sadly, it isnt of me, with Old Brute, it could smell like me. Look down, back up, where are you? You’re on the narwal with the man your map could smell like. What’s in your hand, back at me. I have it, it’s an oyster with two maps to that thing you love. Look again, the maps are now diamond rings. Anything is possible when your map smells like Old Brute and not a dairy farmer. I’m on a map.
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