Q. Whio was that pimp at your party?
A. That was no pimp, that was my fornicaterer, you tardbaby. He was serving whors d'oeuvres and quiche. In addition he could also proved an
excellent crucifuck or colostofuck or set you up with a skilled
Abominatrix.
Everyone in his stable is carefully screened. There’s not a prostitoad in the bunch and you won’t have to hide your valuables in your
prison wallet or treat them as cuntraband. You’ll remain ClaMedia-free.
Now twaddle on home and play with your cunteloupe