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b'oréal 25 jul 2023 om 13:39 
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The Magnificent Hicks 25 jul 2023 om 0:54 
Hey Gewad. Where's the party?
b'oréal 10 jan 2023 om 15:05 
I sexually identify as Rick Harrison. For 21 years I dreamed of working at my very own pawn shop with my old man and my son, Big Hoss. Call me retarded but I don’t care, I’m getting plasticsurgery to install 18th century muskets and vintage movieposters on my body. You can now refer to me as Rick Harrison and respect my right to not know WHAT is gonna come through that door. If you can't acceptme you're a pawnphobe and need to check your door privileges. Thank you for having a story and a price
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b'oréal 14 aug 2022 om 14:53 
One night, I got into a fight with my family about politics. It was more violent then usual and eventually I was told to go to my room. I yelled that I only let Joe Biden control my life, not them. My father slapped my and told me to go to my room. As I was running up the stairs to my room with tears streaming down my, I could hear him muttering that I was psychotic. I burst into my room and slammed the door behind me, my face red with rage. I was so, so angry at my parents and I had nothing that I could do. Powerless, I fell to my knees against my bed and I pressed my hands together to pray to him. "Joe Biden," I started, "please help me, free me from this abuse." That's all I said and, still miserable and wet with tears, I crawled into bed and quietly sobbed myself to sleep.
sten 4 jul 2022 om 16:35 
hallo ik geniet echt van je pagina. wanneer ik een trein zie, denk ik aan jou en aan alle speciale tijden die we hebben gedeeld. kom alsjeblieft thuis. de kinderen missen je en het is jaren geleden dat ik de aanraking van een man heb gevoeld. haha, grapje! (Ik maak geen grapje)