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The Toll Booth Operator

John was cruising down Routes 66s.  Damn it was hot.  He had taken off his shirts.  He stopped at a toll booth booth and he saw the girl who was hot.  For reals hot.  HE started to have sex with her and she was totally into it.  “Do those things harder, that you’re doing.” She said.  He said yes.  Man it was hot.  He didn’t feel bad about it either because he was allowed to do whatever he wanted.  He thought sex is a good thing and there’es so much pornography on the internet already, who cares?  I mean it’s not like if he does another site it’s contributing anything bad.  And he didn’t care if his father and mother were reading this because he wants to be his own man.  I don’t even understand why they won’t support me.  I realize that you guys sort of look down on this profession, btu I’m making money.  Isn’t that what a job is supposed to do?  Or a career or whatever you guys say?  It’s not like I’m trying to disappoint you, it’s just so hard today, because it’s hard to make a lot of money, and if you want to get girls and be happy, you need so much money these days in America.  That’s why I’m doing this.  I don’t want to objectify girls or antying.  I always treat them really nice, because sometimes in the back of my head I can’t even edo anything I’m so weirded out by the fact that their father might come across the site, and it’s like, “why is he even browsing sites like that?” and how sick to my stomach it would make me if my daughter was in porn.  I’m getting naseious writing this now.  But it’s not the same if your son is in porn because that’s cool.  I guess I’m sort of saying sorry for getting into all of this, but you wshould understand why and be more cool about it.  I’m trying to do my best.

Love,
Aaron.

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