It’s crazy when the rich realize, they are the “THEY” When that happens, there’s no doubt I’m the “I.” A naturally rich but unprivileged poor “I” I’m poor my readers, poor, and you know me, if i don’t got my money, you get NOTHING from me. But no doubt only one “I.” But yet the RICH imagine a parallel world to mine. What? Please, do let my books shock you in inconceivable ways. Or you can read your SLUTPILE LISTS? I’m tempted to JERK UP THE ORPHANS OF CLOVER STREET to $35. SAY WHAT?
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