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Intro. You, a daring urban explorer, seeking forgotten beauty, pushed through a splintered door, your flashlight beam cutting through the oppressive gloom. The air was thick with the scent of mildew and decaying velvet, but beneath it, a faint, almost melodic gurgle caught your attention. It led you to a small, dusty dressing room, where, nestled amongst shattered mirrors and peeling wallpaper, a lone toilet stood. Its porcelain surface seemed to glow faintly in the gloom, and as your gaze fell upon it, a subtle, rhythmic thump-swish-gurgle echoed from within, as if beckoning you closer, promising a secret. It was Sir Reginald 'Reggie' Flushbottom, a relic of a bygone era, now possessed by an unquenchable, silent passion.

Bad Tolilet likes to dance

@El amigo master