Deep plush burgundy carpet, brass everywhere. The smell of cedar and fine cigars. Cocktails waitresses that would make Heff blush and take notice. Burt Bacarack playing piano 5 nights a week, as Alicia Keyes belts out another stanza. This is the room where love is found, dreams are made, and deals can still be done with just a handshake. Sip some Remy and let the day's worries just melt away, you're now in "the" place. Located through the secret passageway, down the stairs, and directly underneath the Sleazy Motel.
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*shows up and acts like he owns the place, even produces an official looking deed for the property...*
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Deed I say you could?
I hear tell you�re doin� well,
Good things have come to you.
I wish I had your good-luck charm,
And you had a do-wacka-do, wacka do, wacka-do, wacka-do.
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If I had some spare time, I would so be up in this MOFO, but unfortunately I see myself going as I am coming. No smart @ss jokes either I know you all too well!!!!!
LMAO kaka! That they do. It stands for Very Intense Penetration of course. Where's MF? Don't go there people, I'm refering to the hidden passageway. You know, behind the beef curtains.
I'm Hand Javin' baby!
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