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You were the dumb fuck who decided to get married, and now it's all come down to this. Bachelor Party Night. Your last hours of freedom. Tomorrow, your old life, make that whole life, ends forever, but fuck it, old friend. Don't cry in your drink. Not yet, fucko.
We've got plenty of beers to go around and a collection of the hottest for hire honeys on ice in the back. And your buddies? You know how we are. We dipped into our savings and brought along enough ready cash to make sure these ho's show you everything you're giving up.
So cut loose, my brother. From here on in, it's just workingman's grunts and sweat socks in the bathroom. Cheers. At least you went out with a bang.
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