The Croatian oracle quacked and screamed above the shattered cracked plate glass screens,
her predictive capacities stunk like crap or two week old canapes from
congested Cairo's alleys way out back,
considering her barbaric charisma and such lack of tact, I ask you in complete confidence --
what's worse than that?
That's right, an empty tube of Crest in Dubrovnik with unclean acres of dental plaque.
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