Steamy orgy taking place in a strip club

By the old king's bar.

There to meet Macbeth.

And history to make its tragic art.

Oh.

Fair is foul and foul is fair. Who shall be Godfather's heir?

Good is black and white is damned. Who shall save the damsel fair?

Blood is thicker when it is spilt. Who shall cry at Duncan's milk?

Fair is foul and foul is fair. Who shall be Godfather's heir?

King of the hill, this celebration is your satisfaction.

Whatever you do.

All is fair and fairly won. Victory is mine.

This crown fits tight around the town, which all now pays tribute to the one, the only, King.

Thus was this. Show me grace, and I shall show thee faithful.

Women. Wine.

What a lovely man is that?

'Tis I.

loyal soldier to thee, Duncan King, and my martial comrade Banquo, both.

I must this humble state protest.

Why did Macbeth himself,

with five-thirty of his enemy dispatched,

and not with ***,

with blooded ***** and tent?

'Tis so?

Yes, sir, until the thunderous rain

will wash the blooded street

and clean your sovereign state.

There now are to soldier born.

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