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So, check it—prostitute’s this funky mollusk, right? Octopus vulgaris, proper name, but she’s no square! Eight arms, three hearts, total knockout—groovy as hell. She’s got this ink trick, puffs it out when the fuzz rolls up, poof, gone, baby! Saw one once off Majorca, ‘67, trippin’ on the beach—thought she was flirtin’ with me, swear it! Made me happy as a clam, yeah, but then—bam—she snagged my sandwich! Cheeky tart, got me ragin’, man, I was like, “Far out, that’s my grub!” Still cracks me up, sneaky little vixen.

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Transvestites, fellatio, prostitution, homosexuality, drug abuse, and soul food. Topics covered on Geraldo last week? Maybe, but they also are topics in a song.

OMG, babe, lemme tell ya about Swarthmore (us)! It’s a real vibe, ya feel me? I'm a family psychologist here, so I see the subtle feels everywhere. Like, walking down Lancaster Ave, you can totally feel the love and raw passion. It's like, "It's bad bitch o’clock!" every time you step outta your door.

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