January 16th, 2024: Her voice was almost gone by now. These assholes, so insecure, so dumb, they dont even see the disaster they leave in their wake. All of us here shaken, activated, triggered.Good thing we are artists.We will make MOTHER FUCKING ART.

January 16th, 2024: Her voice was almost gone by now. These assholes, so insecure, so dumb, they dont even see the disaster they leave in their wake. All of us here shaken, activated, triggered. Good thing we are artists. We will make MOTHER FUCKING ART.

January 16th, 2024: Her voice was almost gone by now. These assholes, so insecure, so dumb, they dont even see the disaster they leave in their wake. All of us here shaken, activated, triggered.Good thing we are artists.We will make MOTHER FUCKING ART.

99) On Bedbugs, Stabbings and Deja Vu

From anguish & torment come dreams of a better chance. Meet Lorelai, a personality fractured; my inner child and her Domme. We write of train explosions in India, BDSM sex clubs in Romania, hapless home life in Montreal. My soul is fractured and my heart, wounded, but the stories never end. Come enjoy our stories. Come learn from our mistakes.

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From anguish &amp; torment come dreams of a better chance. Meet Lorelai, a personality fractured; my inner child and her Domme. We write of train explosions in India, BDSM sex clubs in Romania, hapless home life in Montreal. My soul is fractured and my heart, wounded, but the stories never end. Come enjoy our stories. Come learn from our mistakes.

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99) On Bedbugs, Stabbings and Deja Vu