Fiction Writer

I am a fcking fiction writer.

I live on the moon with a thousand prostitutes.

They come from all species of the animal kingdom.

Some are blue, some are red. Some are old and some are barely legal.

But in the moon there are no laws.

I am the governor.

Go back to earth and live a miserable life.

My writing is none of your concern.

I live, I breathe, I fuck.

My name is not Don Cuck.

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