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no, the townswoman is already dead.
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Sacred Haven of Debauchery
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What shall we name the establishment?
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voters
Single choice
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“Flooding.” Simple and effective
17.9%
5votes
Leave it as is – “Fludnyak”
7.1%
2votes
“A den of debauchery.” How original!
39.3%
11votes
Brewery
17.9%
5votes
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17.9%
5votes
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You killed him.
Tomorrow holds no promises
Except the ones we've made
Except the ones we've made
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his Thor killed him.
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Liar, liar, pants on fire.
Tomorrow holds no promises
Except the ones we've made
Except the ones we've made
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Hangs from the telephone line.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
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Jimmy is eating the world.
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I hope the Warlock has a hidden ability that involves freeing people from the dungeon, and he will do it.
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...and they were all killed on the same day.
How romantic.
How romantic.
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Did you love each other?
За всем следят машины благодати и любви.
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Perhaps Stockholm syndrome in one of the victims.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
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My brother went to the zoo and accidentally took a funny picture:
Just so you know, that's not his finger.
RiMpel2
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I have always been interested in the inner world of giraffes as well.
Небо
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Is the giraffe picking its nose?
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
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Unless it's Stockholm syndrome in one of the victims.
Just in case, that's not his finger.
За всем следят машины благодати и любви.
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I used to feed a zebra grass from my hand when I was a child. It gently and carefully took the grass from my palm with its soft, moist, and delicate lips.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.