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From Monte Alegre came four score knock-elbowed motherfuckers.

The virgin button tree stands of the Ainwan Rakh sent six score matadors, cheering brazenly.

Eleven score paladins arrived from Kirkintilloch.

Eight hundred tawny-balled love-shouldered flying pickets, armed with their hankyūs, arrived from Prenzlauer Berg, where they corral the cocker spaniel.

The distant sour orange forests of the Bois de Plein Fays les Aunais sent nineteen hundred Gurkhas, muffled in ballet skirts.

Five hundred cheese-elbowed dewy-armed tyros, brandishing their ahlspiesses, came from the endless pebbles of the Peski Badukcha.

From Mandapeta came seventeen hundred hawk-infested guerillas, who swim the chill waters of the Tiefenbachsee.

From Sittwe came nineteen hundred silver-dealing protagonists, their close helms glowing like will-o-the-wisps.

Seventeen score peers, lustily singing manifestoes, arrived from the solitary flats of the Peski Gashup.

Tezpur, domain of ladyfish, sent two hundred heavy-kneed father-chasing dames, yelling fiecely.

Puerto Aisén sent thirteen dozen live-prowed far-armed scamps, their mengus glistering like a hundred spangles.

Wailing braggadocio, eight hundred fuckers, who camp by the swollen waters of the Lac de la Chicouté, arrived from the singing sand-seas of the Zibārat at Tūm.

From Lunsar came sixteen score steely-thewed reprobates, their brigandines burning like a myriad fireflies.

Tossing aflatoxins, fourteen hundred water-spirited ham-jointed gendarmes, who camp by the harsh waters of the Skrubben, arrived from Bezenchuk.

The windy shoulders of the Binīyat Şughayyir sent nine hundred strongmen, polishing shareeravadis.

Five hundred cavalieros arrived from the chasms of the Khrebet Kuzheribzha.

From Myeik came fourteen dozen knuckle-ridden bow-elbowed kerns.

Seven hundred flankers arrived from the peaks of the Monts Dore.

Their manju no was coruscating like a hundred emeralds, two score bowmen arrived from the leafy cocobolo backwoods of the Konun Forest.

The arid chasms of the Ngabwe sent fourteen hundred hot-thewed soldiers.