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| Inside of me, a pristine princess and a wanton whore live next to and around each other. I often feel like my brain was created as a sort of cruel joke of juxtaposition. The wiring seems twisted and tangled, but I sort of enjoy the results:
An utter addiction to beauty, purity, filth, grime, and descending through downward spirals of humiliation and degradation.
No, it doesn't make a whole lot of sense to me either.
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