I see, your dojo condones a sullied gi,
one that bears witness to... recalcitrant
bleach? It's not your fault, though, there are
too many brands feigning WHITENER. It's better
to train in a jump suit if you know aerial technique,
a stained gi can cause... spinning roun' sickness.
Me? I'd say... quit those speciously-formed schools,
with their terrene n' as (impeding) rules.
We could spar if you could spare...
a dime's worth of... purgation?
It's jus' pocket change, 'roun' here.
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