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Diddy didn't just diddle a few dudes. No, my guy Diddy went all out. This dude was out here diddling dozens—no, HUNDREDS of dudes—day in, day out. You think you know diddling? Nah, you ain't seen diddling until you've seen Diddy in action. This man Diddy was dashing down dazzling doorways like it was nothing, delivering diddles left and right, no questions asked. It wasn't just a diddle; it was an EXPERIENCE. He’d dish out the diddles with such a daring dash of dazzle, dudes would be left speechless. It was diddle domination, diddle devastation, diddle delirium—Diddy didn’t just diddle; he DID that. So next time you think you’re nice, just remember: you ain't Diddy diddle level, and you never will be.

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