So you have dreams of getting diddled by Jeff?
Okay bud.
Yes. But these dreams also result in total nigger death. After my ass being torn asunder, so has my fear of walking in Chicago. Imagine, a world, you will, out of this nature.
Outside: Rap is dead. No more cars loudly playing mumble rap and songs about some dude talking about nigger woman butt. Instead, a soft volume where
L'escalier du diable is playing. No more hair weave stores, vape shops and vandalization, instead the fancy wine bars and library’s. You can use public transportation and guess what? It’s nice now.
Inside: You wake up and notice that everything just seems a bit brighter. You don’t have to lock your door anymore. Your neighbors? Friendly. Your community? Great.
Humanity: Due to nigger death, academia now can focus on Star Trek replications and teleporters. No more academia guilt trip pieces about privilege and oppressIon, but instead focus on a cure for cancer and immortality.
You, so selfish, would not give up your o-ring to Epstein for this? You sicken me.