Peaty voodoo spell
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I will remember the insults I faced here. I studied the art of Mesmer and certain other things that squares like you would call the black arts due to lack of understanding, from Chano Pozo in New Orleans. You say you'll mess me up? I don't have to make those childish threats. I do my thing and one day you wake up wondering: "Why do I have this lump on my thyroid?" Or maybe it won't even be that specific. Maybe it's: "Why is nothing going right for me? My life is a big bowl of shit. I don't remember making this big bowl of shit." Meantime, thyroidchor is a thousand miles away, laughing his ass off.
