Two dames, both with a fine pair of gams, head on down to the local speakeasy, a place that really is the cat’s meow. But don’t think they’ll be getting any giggle-water down there, folks, because all they’ll get with their clams is...I’m sorry, I just can’t do this. Rarity and Trixie spend time with each other. My God, what the Hell was I trying to do back there?!

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