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I am obsessed with chaos and conflict.
I have the anatomy of a boy
which I wrap carefully in the clothes of a girl.
I have the brain of a poet
and I fuck like a depraved whore.
I am a walking contradiction. I turn myself on.
My name is Sasha Contra;
a city-slicking, drag-dressing, sex addict.
I am the caged, repressed personality an otherwise respectable artist and professional who, for our purposes, must remain unnamed.
But the cage has been left unlocked.
So as the garish parakeet escapes and spreads her wings,
Sasha spreads her legs
and beckons for the mayhem.
Fill me.
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