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Florence Salmon
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Phoenix just told an underaged girl in poverty, who was struggling to provide food for her family, to 'make better choices next time' concerning men financially coercing and physically forcing her into performing sexual acts. I am genuinely dumbfounded. What is the message here.
I am not joking when I say that I have read My Chemical Rimance piss kink fanfiction with more literary skill and merit than this novel.
— Oct 03, 2025 01:37PM
I am not joking when I say that I have read My Chemical Rimance piss kink fanfiction with more literary skill and merit than this novel.
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Florence Salmon
is on page 36 of 241
'A tear rolled down my cheek. It wasn't over. Silly of me to think it was.' I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU EBONY DARKNESS DEMENTIA RAVEN WAY IF YOU SO MUCH AS MENTION HOW POWERFUL AND CHOSEN YOU ARE YOU SACK OF Y/N SHIT. HOW WAS THIS GOD AWFUL BOOK PUBLISHED IM TWEAKIN.
— Oct 03, 2025 12:32PM
Florence Salmon
is on page 26 of 241
'When she saw me, her eyes nearly popped out of her head', 'I was hot like the sun', 'It heated up like a furnace', and other martyrdom-worthy phrases that could only be produced by a mind of unfettered erudition. I am currently banging my head against the wall and have a concussion. I am drooling, and I have one perfectly curled length of hair resting upon my forehead like a caricature of infancy. Jesus wept.
— Oct 03, 2025 12:14PM
Florence Salmon
is on page 11 of 241
'Saeed hadn't drawn the apple. He'd eaten it. And it killed him. My mind went to one of my books. The Bible. I was Eve and he was Adam.'
Are you thick? Are we all so stupid? Didn't even put the bow on the turd before you put it under the tree, huh? Regurgitated, boring, sweaty slop eleven pages in. Just put the carabine to my head and let the saltpetre blow on through the hole, madame.
— Oct 03, 2025 11:31AM
Are you thick? Are we all so stupid? Didn't even put the bow on the turd before you put it under the tree, huh? Regurgitated, boring, sweaty slop eleven pages in. Just put the carabine to my head and let the saltpetre blow on through the hole, madame.
