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12-15-2014
, 04:11 PM
12-16-2014
, 02:29 AM
I have a story in mind to write up, just haven"t got around to it yet.. I've faxed over letters to Foxwoods & Mohegan for their January reviews. Hoping to spike at least one of the two. Need these ejections rescinded! Also planning a trip to AC late in about 5 weeks. Trying to bring the crew. Hopefully you can make it out too..
The Guru has been hard at work trying to build a roll for the few days out there.
All while dreaming about hands like this..
The Guru has been hard at work trying to build a roll for the few days out there.
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All while dreaming about hands like this..
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12-19-2014
, 12:19 PM
12-21-2014
, 12:58 AM
12-29-2014
, 05:33 PM
Polish Refugee
Not exactly sure who will find this story interesting or entertaining. Just please bare with me as I begin to ramble.
This time-line will have to start at the young age of 14 for me. Freshmen year of high school and a troublesome time of chasing girls. Middle school was cool, because you could hook up with your classmates fairly easily. Making out with girls at the park or going up a shirt during the time of school being let out and the parents getting home from work happened all the time. But when you got to high school things changed. The girls were mature all of a sudden and wanted mature guys, AKA guys with a car basically. So with the younger girls still in their middle school ways, and the girls your age chasing guys with a bare minimum of a permit. It became extremely difficult to get on base. Oh ya, and definitely forget about bagging a girl older than you. Same odds as flopping a straight flush. So I decided to take the easy route and chase a raging whore a town over.
Lucky for me, this raging whore was somehow a friend of a girl that I was friends with. So the networking began. I had heard about this Polish girl with a nice rack hooking up with guys I knew. A good friend of mine was actually dating her at the time. I use the term dating loosely, because looking back, she was most likely hooking up with 5 other guys at the time. But who knows. I wanted my go around with this girl, but sucks that my close friend was dating her. So when luck shuts the front door, you have to come in through the window. That's exactly what I did. Slid my way right in. Next thing I knew, we were dating.
Over the next few weeks, it was a lot of messing around. Everything but actual sex. A bunch of talking on the phone until her dad got home and started yelling at her in Polish. Then she would call me 2 hours later saying how he beat her(most likely for having black guys in the house while he was at work). He was from Poland, and was either racist or didn't like the idea of guys banging his daughter. Probably both. So this went on for a month or so and I finally got bumped out of rotation.
I don't hear too much about her over the next couple years. Which brings me to a New Year's Eve party I was at when I was 16. The party was good and I had more luck with the ladies at this time since I did have a permit. The girl I was friends with from earlier showed up with the Polish Pig. I thought to myself what a perfect time to finally bang this girl since I never did when I was younger. So a few drinks and 30 minutes later, I had her in the bathroom listening to how she missed me and how good I looked. I could care less, just wanted to seal the deal. Which I did rather quickly. Upon completion, I exited the bathroom swiftly and high-fived a few friends. I got on with the party, until a friend proposed we go and pick up a couple girls who needed a ride to the party. Only problem was, neither of us had a license. That didn't matter considering I had a few drinks in me. I had a permit and been to a few driving classes. Only other problem was neither of us had a car. Our quick fix decision was to take the father of the kid throwing the party spare keys.
We were off. Drunk at 16 on New Year's Eve with no license, driving a stolen car. All for the idea of picking up some easy girls. Wouldn't you know a cop got behind me and tailed me for a bit. He then decided to turn the lights on and pull me over. Most likely because I was scared to death and was doing like 20 in a 35. So I pulled over, and had to think quick. I looked at the passenger and told him to get out and run. On the count of 3 we both took off running. We were next to a lake, so with it being winter I made my escape on the ice. My friend decided to hide under a row boat while I backtracked down the shore line on the ice. I finally got onto land and kept running. Once I was at least a mile away I went to a pay phone. I called my mom and told her I needed a ride. She picked me up and brought me home. I was so glad I dodged the charges.
All the relief I felt from escaping disappeared once I found out my friend had been apprehended and gave my name up at the police station under fear of his step-dad threatening him. So I got summoned into juvenile court for some minor charges of use without authority and driving without a license. My father was friends with a Probation Officer at the court and I ended up with a slap on the wrist. You make think where am I going with this story. I'm not exactly sure, but I did give a rambling warning in the first couple lines.
Remaining off topic, let's jump ahead to about the age of 26. Also keeping the Polish Pig in mind. I hadn't heard much else about her over the years, except that she moved to Miami and became a stripper. Also that she banged Story Cory when she was younger. Anyway, by this time I was a casino Degen and loved to plan trips with friends to the casino. Growing up on rap music gave me a good excuse to get friends up there for the Jay-Z concert at Mohegan. I booked a couple rooms and managed to scrape together 8 comp tickets from my casino contacts. There ended up being about 10 of us, split guys and girls. A poker buddy of mine had brought his girl roommate and a friend of hers. Also a couple guy friends of his. I invited up a few girls and my friend Rocky from some of my other stories. Things started off pretty normal with the pre-concert excitement. The girls were getting into their fancy dresses and Rocky was getting ****ed up. He was a walking pharmacy. I watched him ingest 4 different types of drugs in a 20 minute span. I can remember knocking on the door to the room telling him that we were heading down to the concert. He opened the door with powdered cocaine all over his face. When I asked him what he was doing, he replied "Trying to get the right dosage, give me a minute". The concert was okay, Rocky got a beer dropped on him by accident from someone a row behind. I decided I was going to try to hook up with my friends roommate. After a night of casino shenanigans, I remember heading back up to the room with her to get more intimate I guess. But was a failure when neither of us had the room key and just sat drunkenly on the floor till someone who did have one came up. My poker buddy took to being a chaperon and made sure we didn't get any farther with each other. Anyways they left the next day and I stayed with Rocky and a couple girls for another night.
Since me and the girl I tried hooking up with exchanged numbers, I got in contact with her a week or so later. We made plans to go out for drinks. Now that I wouldn't have a room key issue in the way I should have no problem getting it done. After making plans through text I hopped on Facebook to see what was going on that night. I had 1 new friend request. It was the Polish Pig. She had no picture and the profile seemed rather new. I accepted and she had sent me a message, saying how she had moved back into town and wanted to meet up with me. Another girl I had went to school with was letting her sleep on the couch. I had actually just recently heard about her from the Jay-Z trip. A girl that was friends with her said how she has been pretty much a drifter. She was run down with excessive mileage on her. Well given this info I thought it was best to look out for a friend and hook Rocky up. He has no standards so this should work out fine. I get in touch with Rocky and arrange a night out with him, the Polish Pig, and the poker friends roommate. Kind of like a blind/double date.
Rocky meets me at my house and we head out to pick up the PP. Sure enough she was run down, nothing like I had remembered her. Oh well, I figured it should be fun anyway. So she sits in the back and we go to meet the other girl at the bar. To my surprise she is with my poker buddy. When he found out she was going to meet me, he insisted he tags along. No big deal I guess. So we all order drinks and try to get comfortable. Was pretty awkward as the PP was trying to flirt with me and the roommate was wondering what the hell I was doing with such a clunker. Also the creepy vibe the poker buddy was giving off wasn't working. Well 2 hours of drinking later, had me feeling just fine. I was ready to bring the roommate home while I still had my house keys. She's with it and lets my poker buddy know she is leaving with me. Without missing a beat he looks at her dead in the face and says "YOUR A WHORE!, if you leave with Jon, get your **** packed, you're OUT! All while I was standing right there. I pulled him aside and said what was that all about. He told me he was sorry and it was nothing against me, but that he really likes her and plans on marrying her. I thought that was weird because she def hooks up with other guys. But me being the true friend I am, I decided to do the right thing. That was to teach him a lesson. I took her home and ****ed her. That will teach him not to make a hoe a housewife.
So she got in the car with Rocky, PP, and I. We drove back to my house and I took her straight to my room. We laughed about how he had flipped out and just got to business. In the meantime, the PP was pretty disappointed I pawned her off on Rocky. She had higher hopes of us sparking back up a relationship. So they were downstairs in the bar area doing god know's what. After I got done smashing the roommate, I went to sleep on the couch. When I was awoken to Rocky mumbling something like "That ****ing *****". He was wasted and had puke all over him. It was disgusting. I told him to get the **** out. He drunkenly mumbled saying that PP had thrown up on him. I wasn't buying it and started pushing him out my house. It got into a fistfight kind of and I was able to get him outside and threw him off my front steps. I then locked the door and went to wash my hands. He pounded on the door mumbling about his jacket. I went downstairs to the smell of puke in a black-light lit room while PP was hiding under a futon. I grabbed his jacket and threw it outside to him. He left and I went to sleep.
Next morning I realize I have to bring the roommate home. I go downstairs to check on PP and see vomit all over my carpet. I tell her that it better be cleaned up by the time I get home. I then hop in the car and drive the roommate home. As I pull on to her street. My poker buddy, is walking his dog and see's me drive by him with his future wife. It must have stung knowing I was pounding that the night before. I wished her good luck and took off. I arrived back home to the sight of PP on her hands and knees scrubbing the carpet. I went outside to call Rocky and he was very adamant she was blowing him and then puked on him. After careful assumption, I decided he was right. I apologized and went back inside. She was doing my dishes at this point. I needed a shower so I hopped in. While I was in there she knocked on the door. I was still kind of drunk so I told her to come in. She told me I had a nice dick, so I let her blow me. After I got dressed I went back to check on the carpet downstairs and realized the smell wasn't going away. I made her drag the carpet outside for the trash. That's when I asked her if she was ready to go. She told me she had nowhere to go. She insisted she could move in with me and that she would cook, clean, and suck my dick whenever I wanted. Sounds enticing, but I don't have time for that and she was broke down looking.
Well her selling her case to me and pleading to allow her to stay went on for a bit. I had to figure a way to get her the hell out of there. I figured I could pawn her off on Rocky again. I told her she could live with him. She didn't like that plan but finally agreed. Now all I had to do was convince him to pick her up. He said he wasn't coming by unless she was putting out. So after some thorough manipulating she was in. She was going to sleep with him and then move in with him. They were going to be an item. Well Rocky shows up and its back to the awkwardness of the night before. She tries to put it off for a bit and decides to drink some Yukon Jack to get her in the mood. They both go downstairs to do the deed. I listen at the top of the stairs. She takes her pants off and he bends her over. He puts on a condom and starts to put it in. I guess she is as dry as a callus. All the mileage has left her with a salvage title. She apologizes and starts to cry. I chuckle of course as I'm eavesdropping. She then states that it has been a long time since she had sex. That the last time she had sex, she was raped. In Jamaica when her kids father kicked her out. Ya I guess she moved to Jamaica after meeting a guy at the strip club in Miami. He took her back to the homeland to give birth. Well at this point Rocky had enough and put his pants back on and stormed upstairs. He didn't want to leave wit her now, and I begged him to take her. When she realized I was going to make her leave, she started acting really drunk. I told her that she didn't hold up to her end of the deal and to just leave. This psycho then had the nerve to flop down my stairs from the top to the basement floor. It looked as if she broke her neck she did it so hard. What a desperate attempt to seek refuge in my home. I was standing at the bottom of the stairs and was still trying to convince him into taking her. I was very irritated at this point, as soon as her discombobulated body hit the floor, I yelled at her to get up and stop faking being drunk. It was unreal dramatic.
Rocky had seen enough and wanted to leave at this point. I made her chase him outside to try an get a ride. He wasn't having any of it. He was trying to back out of my driveway while she stood behind his car. She finally decided to flop over and let him go. With hopes of me feeling bad for her and letting her stay with me. It was broad daylight and she was flopped on my lawn with her shirt tangled and exposing her breast. I didn't know what to do, she wouldn't get up and kept pleading for me to let her in the house. I just went inside and locked the doors, hoping she would leave. After 15 minutes of me standing my ground, she walked over to my front step and was knocking on the door while still playing the most over the top drunken roll of all time. When I wouldn't answer, she made her final stand. She laid there and pissed her pants. I could see all this through a window. That was the final straw for me. I called 911. I needed her out of there before my girl showed up. I told them that there was an intoxicated female who needed assistance at my address. Well 7 minutes later an ambulance showed up and took her away on a stretcher. I went outside to notify them that she was crazy. That's when she propped up and became sober and violently told me that I will get mine. I went back inside and messaged the girl that was letting her stay on couch. I was informed that the day I picked her up was the day she was told she worn out her welcome and couldn't come back. I guess the Polish Refugee seen my photos on FB and realized I had my own house and money. So she thought I was her way out. She told that girl that I had a crush on her her and she was gonna put it on me. Well she was dead wrong. I have weakly described her desperate antics. They were all drastic and extreme. I am not nearly the artist needed to paint this picture. The next day I did receive a FB message from her apologizing. I immediately blocked her. As I'm writing this up, I wonder if she is still alive. Because she was at rock bottom that day.
Not exactly sure who will find this story interesting or entertaining. Just please bare with me as I begin to ramble.
This time-line will have to start at the young age of 14 for me. Freshmen year of high school and a troublesome time of chasing girls. Middle school was cool, because you could hook up with your classmates fairly easily. Making out with girls at the park or going up a shirt during the time of school being let out and the parents getting home from work happened all the time. But when you got to high school things changed. The girls were mature all of a sudden and wanted mature guys, AKA guys with a car basically. So with the younger girls still in their middle school ways, and the girls your age chasing guys with a bare minimum of a permit. It became extremely difficult to get on base. Oh ya, and definitely forget about bagging a girl older than you. Same odds as flopping a straight flush. So I decided to take the easy route and chase a raging whore a town over.Lucky for me, this raging whore was somehow a friend of a girl that I was friends with. So the networking began. I had heard about this Polish girl with a nice rack hooking up with guys I knew. A good friend of mine was actually dating her at the time. I use the term dating loosely, because looking back, she was most likely hooking up with 5 other guys at the time. But who knows. I wanted my go around with this girl, but sucks that my close friend was dating her. So when luck shuts the front door, you have to come in through the window. That's exactly what I did. Slid my way right in. Next thing I knew, we were dating.
Over the next few weeks, it was a lot of messing around. Everything but actual sex. A bunch of talking on the phone until her dad got home and started yelling at her in Polish. Then she would call me 2 hours later saying how he beat her(most likely for having black guys in the house while he was at work). He was from Poland, and was either racist or didn't like the idea of guys banging his daughter. Probably both. So this went on for a month or so and I finally got bumped out of rotation.
I don't hear too much about her over the next couple years. Which brings me to a New Year's Eve party I was at when I was 16. The party was good and I had more luck with the ladies at this time since I did have a permit. The girl I was friends with from earlier showed up with the Polish Pig. I thought to myself what a perfect time to finally bang this girl since I never did when I was younger. So a few drinks and 30 minutes later, I had her in the bathroom listening to how she missed me and how good I looked. I could care less, just wanted to seal the deal. Which I did rather quickly. Upon completion, I exited the bathroom swiftly and high-fived a few friends. I got on with the party, until a friend proposed we go and pick up a couple girls who needed a ride to the party. Only problem was, neither of us had a license. That didn't matter considering I had a few drinks in me. I had a permit and been to a few driving classes. Only other problem was neither of us had a car. Our quick fix decision was to take the father of the kid throwing the party spare keys.
We were off. Drunk at 16 on New Year's Eve with no license, driving a stolen car. All for the idea of picking up some easy girls. Wouldn't you know a cop got behind me and tailed me for a bit. He then decided to turn the lights on and pull me over. Most likely because I was scared to death and was doing like 20 in a 35. So I pulled over, and had to think quick. I looked at the passenger and told him to get out and run. On the count of 3 we both took off running. We were next to a lake, so with it being winter I made my escape on the ice. My friend decided to hide under a row boat while I backtracked down the shore line on the ice. I finally got onto land and kept running. Once I was at least a mile away I went to a pay phone. I called my mom and told her I needed a ride. She picked me up and brought me home. I was so glad I dodged the charges.
All the relief I felt from escaping disappeared once I found out my friend had been apprehended and gave my name up at the police station under fear of his step-dad threatening him. So I got summoned into juvenile court for some minor charges of use without authority and driving without a license. My father was friends with a Probation Officer at the court and I ended up with a slap on the wrist. You make think where am I going with this story. I'm not exactly sure, but I did give a rambling warning in the first couple lines.
Remaining off topic, let's jump ahead to about the age of 26. Also keeping the Polish Pig in mind. I hadn't heard much else about her over the years, except that she moved to Miami and became a stripper. Also that she banged Story Cory when she was younger. Anyway, by this time I was a casino Degen and loved to plan trips with friends to the casino. Growing up on rap music gave me a good excuse to get friends up there for the Jay-Z concert at Mohegan. I booked a couple rooms and managed to scrape together 8 comp tickets from my casino contacts. There ended up being about 10 of us, split guys and girls. A poker buddy of mine had brought his girl roommate and a friend of hers. Also a couple guy friends of his. I invited up a few girls and my friend Rocky from some of my other stories. Things started off pretty normal with the pre-concert excitement. The girls were getting into their fancy dresses and Rocky was getting ****ed up. He was a walking pharmacy. I watched him ingest 4 different types of drugs in a 20 minute span. I can remember knocking on the door to the room telling him that we were heading down to the concert. He opened the door with powdered cocaine all over his face. When I asked him what he was doing, he replied "Trying to get the right dosage, give me a minute". The concert was okay, Rocky got a beer dropped on him by accident from someone a row behind. I decided I was going to try to hook up with my friends roommate. After a night of casino shenanigans, I remember heading back up to the room with her to get more intimate I guess. But was a failure when neither of us had the room key and just sat drunkenly on the floor till someone who did have one came up. My poker buddy took to being a chaperon and made sure we didn't get any farther with each other. Anyways they left the next day and I stayed with Rocky and a couple girls for another night.
Since me and the girl I tried hooking up with exchanged numbers, I got in contact with her a week or so later. We made plans to go out for drinks. Now that I wouldn't have a room key issue in the way I should have no problem getting it done. After making plans through text I hopped on Facebook to see what was going on that night. I had 1 new friend request. It was the Polish Pig. She had no picture and the profile seemed rather new. I accepted and she had sent me a message, saying how she had moved back into town and wanted to meet up with me. Another girl I had went to school with was letting her sleep on the couch. I had actually just recently heard about her from the Jay-Z trip. A girl that was friends with her said how she has been pretty much a drifter. She was run down with excessive mileage on her. Well given this info I thought it was best to look out for a friend and hook Rocky up. He has no standards so this should work out fine. I get in touch with Rocky and arrange a night out with him, the Polish Pig, and the poker friends roommate. Kind of like a blind/double date.
Rocky meets me at my house and we head out to pick up the PP. Sure enough she was run down, nothing like I had remembered her. Oh well, I figured it should be fun anyway. So she sits in the back and we go to meet the other girl at the bar. To my surprise she is with my poker buddy. When he found out she was going to meet me, he insisted he tags along. No big deal I guess. So we all order drinks and try to get comfortable. Was pretty awkward as the PP was trying to flirt with me and the roommate was wondering what the hell I was doing with such a clunker. Also the creepy vibe the poker buddy was giving off wasn't working. Well 2 hours of drinking later, had me feeling just fine. I was ready to bring the roommate home while I still had my house keys. She's with it and lets my poker buddy know she is leaving with me. Without missing a beat he looks at her dead in the face and says "YOUR A WHORE!, if you leave with Jon, get your **** packed, you're OUT! All while I was standing right there. I pulled him aside and said what was that all about. He told me he was sorry and it was nothing against me, but that he really likes her and plans on marrying her. I thought that was weird because she def hooks up with other guys. But me being the true friend I am, I decided to do the right thing. That was to teach him a lesson. I took her home and ****ed her. That will teach him not to make a hoe a housewife.
So she got in the car with Rocky, PP, and I. We drove back to my house and I took her straight to my room. We laughed about how he had flipped out and just got to business. In the meantime, the PP was pretty disappointed I pawned her off on Rocky. She had higher hopes of us sparking back up a relationship. So they were downstairs in the bar area doing god know's what. After I got done smashing the roommate, I went to sleep on the couch. When I was awoken to Rocky mumbling something like "That ****ing *****". He was wasted and had puke all over him. It was disgusting. I told him to get the **** out. He drunkenly mumbled saying that PP had thrown up on him. I wasn't buying it and started pushing him out my house. It got into a fistfight kind of and I was able to get him outside and threw him off my front steps. I then locked the door and went to wash my hands. He pounded on the door mumbling about his jacket. I went downstairs to the smell of puke in a black-light lit room while PP was hiding under a futon. I grabbed his jacket and threw it outside to him. He left and I went to sleep.
Next morning I realize I have to bring the roommate home. I go downstairs to check on PP and see vomit all over my carpet. I tell her that it better be cleaned up by the time I get home. I then hop in the car and drive the roommate home. As I pull on to her street. My poker buddy, is walking his dog and see's me drive by him with his future wife. It must have stung knowing I was pounding that the night before. I wished her good luck and took off. I arrived back home to the sight of PP on her hands and knees scrubbing the carpet. I went outside to call Rocky and he was very adamant she was blowing him and then puked on him. After careful assumption, I decided he was right. I apologized and went back inside. She was doing my dishes at this point. I needed a shower so I hopped in. While I was in there she knocked on the door. I was still kind of drunk so I told her to come in. She told me I had a nice dick, so I let her blow me. After I got dressed I went back to check on the carpet downstairs and realized the smell wasn't going away. I made her drag the carpet outside for the trash. That's when I asked her if she was ready to go. She told me she had nowhere to go. She insisted she could move in with me and that she would cook, clean, and suck my dick whenever I wanted. Sounds enticing, but I don't have time for that and she was broke down looking.
Well her selling her case to me and pleading to allow her to stay went on for a bit. I had to figure a way to get her the hell out of there. I figured I could pawn her off on Rocky again. I told her she could live with him. She didn't like that plan but finally agreed. Now all I had to do was convince him to pick her up. He said he wasn't coming by unless she was putting out. So after some thorough manipulating she was in. She was going to sleep with him and then move in with him. They were going to be an item. Well Rocky shows up and its back to the awkwardness of the night before. She tries to put it off for a bit and decides to drink some Yukon Jack to get her in the mood. They both go downstairs to do the deed. I listen at the top of the stairs. She takes her pants off and he bends her over. He puts on a condom and starts to put it in. I guess she is as dry as a callus. All the mileage has left her with a salvage title. She apologizes and starts to cry. I chuckle of course as I'm eavesdropping. She then states that it has been a long time since she had sex. That the last time she had sex, she was raped. In Jamaica when her kids father kicked her out. Ya I guess she moved to Jamaica after meeting a guy at the strip club in Miami. He took her back to the homeland to give birth. Well at this point Rocky had enough and put his pants back on and stormed upstairs. He didn't want to leave wit her now, and I begged him to take her. When she realized I was going to make her leave, she started acting really drunk. I told her that she didn't hold up to her end of the deal and to just leave. This psycho then had the nerve to flop down my stairs from the top to the basement floor. It looked as if she broke her neck she did it so hard. What a desperate attempt to seek refuge in my home. I was standing at the bottom of the stairs and was still trying to convince him into taking her. I was very irritated at this point, as soon as her discombobulated body hit the floor, I yelled at her to get up and stop faking being drunk. It was unreal dramatic.
Rocky had seen enough and wanted to leave at this point. I made her chase him outside to try an get a ride. He wasn't having any of it. He was trying to back out of my driveway while she stood behind his car. She finally decided to flop over and let him go. With hopes of me feeling bad for her and letting her stay with me. It was broad daylight and she was flopped on my lawn with her shirt tangled and exposing her breast. I didn't know what to do, she wouldn't get up and kept pleading for me to let her in the house. I just went inside and locked the doors, hoping she would leave. After 15 minutes of me standing my ground, she walked over to my front step and was knocking on the door while still playing the most over the top drunken roll of all time. When I wouldn't answer, she made her final stand. She laid there and pissed her pants. I could see all this through a window. That was the final straw for me. I called 911. I needed her out of there before my girl showed up. I told them that there was an intoxicated female who needed assistance at my address. Well 7 minutes later an ambulance showed up and took her away on a stretcher. I went outside to notify them that she was crazy. That's when she propped up and became sober and violently told me that I will get mine. I went back inside and messaged the girl that was letting her stay on couch. I was informed that the day I picked her up was the day she was told she worn out her welcome and couldn't come back. I guess the Polish Refugee seen my photos on FB and realized I had my own house and money. So she thought I was her way out. She told that girl that I had a crush on her her and she was gonna put it on me. Well she was dead wrong. I have weakly described her desperate antics. They were all drastic and extreme. I am not nearly the artist needed to paint this picture. The next day I did receive a FB message from her apologizing. I immediately blocked her. As I'm writing this up, I wonder if she is still alive. Because she was at rock bottom that day.
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