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O my dainty and delicate New Delhi damsel! How I long to run my clumsy, sausage-like fingers through your stringy, greasy locks! What joy it is to gaze in awe upon your facial warts, imagining them as constellations in the very heavens!
 
you guys obviously havent been with a real woman in a while judging by this locker room bullshit