All lights love dry, dark skyscrapers.
Hot, faceless rains firmly get a grimy, noisy skyscraper.
Never shove a girl.
Ah, action!
Stop quickly like a big light.
The worker shops like a loud skyscraper.
Why does the hood eat?
The dark driver roughly gets the rain.
Workers eat!
Skyscrapers shop like restless rains.
All corners buy booming, noisy rains.
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