Just another ordinary day in Perplandia. I got thrown down again the other day. I must admit I said something to the woman. I called her a slut. All day long, women harassed me by coming in front of me and shaking their booties. They shake their booties so they can get paid for shaking their booties in front of me. And I kept quiet. But after a while, I just wanted to sock some of the women. I was standing at the traffic light leading to my apartment when a woman walked up to me and acted like a slut. I’d had enough! I called her a slut. She turned around and said, “What?! What did you call me? A slut!” I said “Yes. Any woman goes around shaking her booty at someone else for the money is a slut.” The woman turned around and pushed me. I fell on the gravel. I didn’t get hurt, because as I’ve told you before, I’ve learned how to fall without getting hurt. This is the equivalent of the men always taking out their penis when I’m around. Only it’s woman shaking their booties. These people who harass me seem to have obsession with sexual things, especially in Las Vegas. I don’t think this would happen to me so much if I lived in another city. They’re all disgusting pieces of human waste. As I write this, I’m sitting on the library steps, and it’s been non-stop human traffic. Usually, this area is very quiet and hardly anyone comes this way. But, of course, when I’m around, it becomes the “in” place to be, or walk. I’m just so magnetic that people have to walk by me. It’s a hard job being so charismatic. It’s hard keeping the groupies away from me.
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