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I am a billionaire whit contract in several fashion magazines , I love to drive my maseratti into the flower market on Sunday and drink priceless water of Egyptians pharaohs "Friends and liars, don’t wait for me, Cause I’ll get on all by myself, Put millions of miles under my heels, And still too close to you I feel."

Anyone with shiny hair the texture of stiff yellow plastic and a repulsive face. especially models with phony names and android tits. bright crayola features drawn thick like sunshine. the type of people worth a hard on whenever they talk. i can’t help but jerk off to all that exposed corruption. sit and stare as they color code the world for fucking idiots. their hometown throws a parade in their honor. a whole crowd of human cattle just standing and watching with big dumb eyes. mouths swelling up full of proud sticky cum. like greedy kids wolfing down huge gobs of cotton candy. yeah. on that day they'll make them [me] feel really fucking special. anyone i can pay in good feelings because they did a first rate job.