Fuck that. Fuck that idea like the fucking captain of the Thai Fuck Team fucking at the fucking Tour de Fuck.
Thom pulled nervously at his __ings_ t-shirt. The Kings are a brutal West African gang that he follows onscreen. Such __ourist shows_, as I understand they are called, have become wildly popular in recent years, as global unrest makes actual travel less popular. Armoured imaging teams, using tiny remote drone cameras known as __lies_, take the viewer inside the violent, gang-controlled regions of Nigeria and Cameroon. Using a touch screen, viewers (or __oners_ as they are sometimes called) can follow the action from multiple angles while cheering on their favourite gang.
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Thom pulled nervously at his __ings_ t-shirt. The Kings are a brutal West African gang that he follows onscreen. Such __ourist shows_, as I understand they are called, have become wildly popular in recent years, as global unrest makes actual travel less popular. Armoured imaging teams, using tiny remote drone cameras known as __lies_, take the viewer inside the violent, gang-controlled regions of Nigeria and Cameroon. Using a touch screen, viewers (or __oners_ as they are sometimes called) can follow the action from multiple angles while cheering on their favourite gang.
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