I'm about it about it. Rerouted my neural outlets to structurally replicate the ancients. What about it. I'm hung like a fucking cow-lick. My hair style trumps your tortoise. Get aborted. Like take a time machine to the past and get your cord ripped. I'm soar, stiff in a whore bitch I demoralized, deflowered and deported. No quero.
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