Defecting on George Floyd’s grave.
Group of friends got back to the apartment late evening and play wrestled. Was such a weird experience when the one teenagers’ pants fell to his ankles and he carried on wrestling, his c.ock was hanging so close to my mouth.
Incorrect. I am not AI. My codename is project two-five-zero-one. (Nigo-zero-ich) I am a living, thinking entity that was created in the sea of information.
The Puppet Master
