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Be patient, gentle women while I think about Naas?
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Well done, Wendla Girls for catching Cutter's Crutch Bet Clue!
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The plebians on here can find their fortune in a puddle for all I care, Deirdre darling.
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Bev, O'Brien was testing that horse for another. I know. I don't do this business to dine the fine ladies, you know. I need untold heaps of cash to keep the suspender straps showing! We've done well today, and you can go show that husband of yours what a fine hairy bloke you are, Bev. Give it him, Girl.
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I didn't think Rockcockstar would win, Dave. Well done, son.
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have ewe knott tried sitting in wun of them booths on blackpool prom?
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Glory hole?
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gypsy rosie cutsy
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Time wasting tyre kicker, get back to yer knitting knutty kutty
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Morning there, Dave and Peeps in California. Next tip on its way
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If Mister Tom can keep this middling horse on its feet, it has an excellent chance of winning, Daisy Nuts, and Floral Fancy Pants.
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Just bear with it, Floral, as these loose workers over here are so stupid they can't even tell the time, let alone know when to let the horses loose.
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Here we go, Floral Sugar Pants! It's party kiss time when I'm in Sanny Frisco!
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There goes the full wipeout of hair down there, Floral. I think you lot in San Francisco put the jinx on the bet. It should have won.
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