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I didn’t cry for thirty years. Now I cry every day, and I’ve never been more grateful.

Some helpful rules if you find yourself in the presence of my cock.

I’m a block from Serena, and I’m not going to tell her.

I asked ChatGPT to write a snippet about how shitty Mistral is at this task, and this is what it came up with for this post. Ugh. “It churned out a jumble of words that had no focus. I thought we were past this stage, but here we are. Guess I’ll just keep doing the writing myself.”

A word cloud showing the most-used words on this blog.

Do you want to please me?

Serena and I attend Chemistry – NYC’s best sex party – for their “Short shorts and booty T’s” party.

JD Vance (or James Donald Bowman, to deadname the fucker) is one racist motherfucker.

Milica asked me why I like to see women coming in clothes. I answered.

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