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Pale In Comparison Burlesque Competition

I was doused in white powder like baby butt in clown make up, I wear a gaudy and colorful clothes like in a festival dress but with codpiece so long and big, but despite the flamboyance, I act like some big dumb undead so pale and depressed, I called myself Count Undead the Dracule but despite the title, I admit that I cannot count and gain such name for being ridiculous draconian hence Dracule, and then I get so enthusiastic meeting Focruuck Cloudhand, a hulking man with an odor that could kill skunks. Who aroused my sense of smell, but I was confident with my own smell because for years I don't take bath, so I challenge him in a battle of stink and so Focruuck Cloudhand admit defeat against the Count Undead for who can win against an odor a kin of rotten corpse, oh! and Sweet Thumber, a small lady with very large eyes that seem to take in everything, I act like I was in love and so she ask me how much I love her, such ridiculous question! and so I say zero! because I cannot count despite being titled as count!

despite the supposed shame, I enjoy seeing the laughter of the crowd and feel no shame for it, even more so for winning the competiton.

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