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Tuesday, October 12, 2004
"I'll take the rapist for one hundred please."
So, I'm 18. So, who cares.
So, right now, there's this line of women outside my house, all wanting sex from me. So, can you smell it steaming into you? I can.
Just think, if you go to bed with me, and you're seventeen or younger, you can accuse me of rape and get a lot of money from me, and you can also steal my virginity. Think of the possibilities. They're immense. They're towering. They're overwhelming. Overbearing. They're titanic.
You know you want this. You know you want me. We're animals, let's go.
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