How much I hate that phrase to cater to the man who wants a woman, you my woman, my secretary, just put on those panty hose for me woman. You know you are my woman.

What was not fair was the lack of respect to the many chinese languages way back when, and the men who manipulated the system to expand rifts for industry catering to the abc. Without growing on this landmass as nuclear, elemental nor human.

What we went through collectively to trust the variations of the chinese language, to need a brothel or an artshop or selling silk material, and a woman from one class to help speak for another who could pay, maybe even set her on another way.

Away from a man, yet abc to abc yea no, not your angel. Your demons now your sire.

Python coding is not the bridge to pass.

I am not a donkey or an ass.

Not going to gas or be gassed into your pony.

Cannot pitch the issue again with the varients of energy issues on the landmass loading.

With the fact you built so much language translation script with the ethos of no ethics or depth of intelligence in languages to cater to the colloquial or rather coerce yet again.

to be fair, the hay barn of fairness is not what we aim for within our finite life.

Accuracy, in connection with technocratic evolution as a tool not a vice

So that yellow guy, that river still my friend, your Po to the K, due to the creation of the boohan now bhutan boundary not my guy not even a plip, still needs women on a pimp stick.