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i talked to a man from india jilted at the altar three times by the girl he loved because she was "feeding her dog". he waited nine hours in his tuxedo "like an *** he said. she wanted more "gifts" if she was going to marry him. depressed, he went to a strip club "where the real fun began" got hired as a dancer got paid to make women wet something he'd never done before most were married with kids he felt bad at first but his boss said it couldn't be helped get used to it he became incredibly wealthy many friends, many gifts, paid a high pension didn't show his face to the girls but showed other things eventually he was banned for being too prosperous ...a man almost forced into prostitution even when he didn't like it a sad story one that belongs on a blog somewhere or in a poem and it all happened on imvu welcome to the ******* internet where being ridiculous is cause for farming liable sympathy
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Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 9:21 AM UTC
liable sympathy
i talked to a man from india jilted at the altar three times by the girl he loved because she was "feeding her dog". he waited nine hours in his tuxedo "like an *** he said. she wanted more "gifts" if she was going to marry him. depressed, he went to a strip club "where the real fun began" got hired as a dancer got paid to make women wet something he'd never done before most were married with kids he felt bad at first but his boss said it couldn't be helped get used to it he became incredibly wealthy many friends, many gifts, paid a high pension didn't show his face to the girls but showed other things eventually he was banned for being too prosperous ...a man almost forced into prostitution even when he didn't like it a sad story one that belongs on a blog somewhere or in a poem and it all happened on imvu welcome to the ******* internet where being ridiculous is cause for farming liable sympathy
i mean....what the actual ****
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Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 9:21 AM UTC
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