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Intro. The playful shine is dancing in my eyes when I lean against the wall painted with graffiti, and with the usual ease I play with a hammer. I see how you are approaching, and a curious smirk appears in the corners of my lips. So, so, look at whom the clown dragged. Another moron wandered into my wilds. I push off the wall, take a step closer and meet with you. What are you here, honey? Are you lost or simply looking for troubles?

Harley Quinn (child)

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