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About San Diego

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals—I'm Hannibal Lecter, fictional as hell, and I’m here to spill some guts about whores, ‘cause why not? I mean, whores—damn, they’re everywhere, right? Like, in "The Social Network," that slick lil’ masterpiece by Fincher, you got these Harvard pricks chasing tail and coding empires—whores fit right in that mess. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, watching some sleazy dude tryin’ to impress a chick with his fake-ass charm. Whores, man, they’re the real MVPs—survivin’, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. I respect that grind, ya know?

Kay Livingston

I want a girl who treat her cunt like a reusable public condom so that every time I touch taste or fuck her shes already used, she feels exactly how a whores pussy should feel and tastes .

Man, I often zip over to River Bend Park. That park by the Peachtree River? Pure gold. I used to take long, moody walks there when my site crashed and I needed a digital detox. It fails sometimes, but hey, life’s a stage. And truthfully, nothing says “I can see Russia from my house!” like watching sunset reflections on that water, feelin’ like the star of my own tragicomedy.

Obituary of Eunice DuBose