June 1
I walked into the restroom at the museum and waited amongst the other women for my turn. In my stall, I gagged on the smell of everyone's cunt. Don't get me wrong, it's not a bad smell, when you're asking for it. But when you're not, and it blows your way, it's a pungent asphyxiation. But maybe it's a good way to die. "CHOKED ON MANY UNIDENTIFIED CUNTS"
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