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i am a humble goat born and raised in the humble midle eastern goat hearding town of ur, just outside the humble quicky mart.
all my life i was kept in a humble barn with a rope around my neak, i was reagularly shaved naked for my whool, and milked against my will (although i did seceretly like it). i was suubjected to lashings with a cane if i did not fallow with the rest of the herd,
now i am free, i am a graphic designer living in san fran. i design the lost kids adds on the back of goat milk containers sold in the midle east. it is a great life, but i miss being roped, caned and milked.
i need it baa'aad
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