Hello viewer. Look at your man, now back to me, look at him again, now back to me. Sadly, he isn't me. But if he stopped using lady-scented body wash and switched to old spice he could smell like me. Look down, back up. Where are you? You're on a boat with the man your man could smell like. What's in your hand, back at me. In my hand is an oyster with two tickets to the thing you love. Look again, the tickets are now diamonds. Anything is possible when your man smells like Old Spice and not a lady. I'm on a horse.

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