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Tho, G, could turn a day of humiliation into the privelege of seeing her flick her goddess’ hair, ive stopped G watching, it was as addictive as smoking, spotting her was like, after a day of psychic warfare, finding a divine gold treasure, i kept wanting to see her all the time, but because the rapist was constantly setting me up, it turned sour, if G watching was like smoking,

The rapist is cancerous, a walking disease spreading its homophobic way thru society