I ain't married. If I was it's no big deal. I used to hate that shit with girl friends. Protective. My honour. Why you fuck with me. But you know what it's just a fuck. A fuck there's no love in it. It's chemical. Your thing their thing. Chemistry. No, just fuck. These ho's putting a price on it. One better than the next. They're a thing, not a person. A thing you fuck. A person, no, they're a fuck. They're all the same, obviously some are much better at it. They're almost never the pretty ones, because there's no emotion in it. Can somebody tell me what a pretty ho is. Bullshit. But sure to get you off, it needs to be. Tedious. It's a thing. Not a marriage. But okay. She fucks with me. It's all it was. No emotion in it. Another thing. Dumb question. Fuck off. Do I care.

Back to this bullshit topic. After the cop kidnapped a girl in Clapham and took her to his dungeon, and killed her. It's a big deal. Dunno what happened here. There's no info on it. But it sounds like the rape squad. Because of sensationalism. Did he rape her, no, sexual assault. It means touched inappropriately. Who knows what that shit is. Arrest, or was it, strip. Or was he copping a feel. You know what, who cares. It probably ain't what a criminal claims. It never is.