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Whore Score


Boys keep score of the amount of whores they slept with losing their virginity at twelve years old, never told they should've kept it I guess it's just boys being boys and everyone accepts it but I bet if it was you're little girl it'd be a cold day in hell before you ever let them forget that they'd regret it but as you constraint You're daughters and spoil your sons. You're putting bullets in the gun that your son uses to desecrate female humanity because it starts at 12 but he never stops selling himself short by giving away his genitalities he starts to conceive in his mind that it's okay to have sex and call it just friends It's okay to have a double digit body count before they could read ten plus ten and subtract seven, that girls are just tally marks on their whore board one after another after another don't care if their slumming or bumming don't care about the knowledge that's in their mind and how much time she put in waiting for the perfect guy to give it to because you fantasize in your mind about how she's just another perfect screw it doesn't matter if she's a virgin Your the one she gotta give it to because what are girls; just bodies with holes no brains no hearts no feelings no souls just dummies and fools
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Natanyab
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