Sasha Stone knows that I love, admire and care for her like very few others, but this is the most odious and repellent collection of words conveying a stunningly inane and dissociative thought that I’ve seen online or in print this year, hands down.
Sasha Stone knows that I love, admire and care for her like very few others, but this is the most odious and repellent collection of words conveying a stunningly inane and dissociative thought that I’ve seen online or in print this year, hands down.
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