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Hail Citizens!
If I were there I would swath you from hair to toe in the perfumed entrails of recently killed platypode and then treat you to the looping, high-stepping dance of my people.
I would serve you pickled tree barks and aromatic mosses that evoke a splendorous age once forgotten.
To enchanting beats I would twist my supple body from one luxurious position to another whilst indulging the exotic whims of each and every one of you.
Sadly, I can not attend.
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