a couple of years ago I decided I would dedicate himself to read and reply to all spam received. Naturally I was not able to fulfill my promise for a long time, but for a few weeks I tried.
Looking back now, I reckon it was wonderful to feel a friend of hundreds of plastic surgeons, sex therapists, prostitutes, teenagers from all over the world, sellers of legal drugs, illegal and non-existent, extraperlistas and lenders of all sorts.
In my answers, despite rejection all offers, do not let slip the opportunity to thank you for your interest in my incipient baldness, the unspectacular as my wiener size, intensity and duration of my erections, my concern monogamy coupled with my phobia of travel, walking to my taste by alcohol, snuff, coca cola zero and lorazepam as narcotics and concern of my financial status (which is all in me that nothing has changed from 10 years).
never returned my messages. Needless made. Knowing that for a few weeks I lived in the same universe as Dale Driscoll, Bernardine Ali, Viviane, Tarafah, Consuelo Vazquez, Carmella Blankenship and generated hundreds of pseudonyms god knows what shit program, I am comforted.
