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Finished!
Finally. The dungeon’s complete. And like any good dungeon owned by sadomasochist I’m using part of it as a gymnasium. ‘The House Of Pain’ , but really it should be ‘The House Of Pain and Buckets Of Sweat’. When you … Continue reading
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Wichita Lineman Was A Song I Once Heard 