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>>18771681
That girl is cute as hell. Roasties fear the young, oriental waifu. I actually read an essay from the 1940s about a middle-aged feminist griping about how American men were coming back home with Japanese wives. Funny how history repeats itself and how these people will admonish racism until the "other" starts trekking on their territory.

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Not shitposting, just can only be attracted to japanese women and since i am stuck in a Hungary full of white women i have no desire for, i would like an outlet for my desires through reading and vicarious experience.

if you can give me books about a white man finding love with a japanese woman, i will give you various colors of lain in an crt. thank you

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The first woman I ever hit was when I was 13 and it was my mother; that was an awakening for me I believe. She raised me as a single mother and was a huge narcissistic, manipulative bitch. One day her and her new weekly boyfriend were arguing in the house over gas money and they eventually fell to the ground wrestling over a $5 bill.
I remember my little sister quivering in fear and I felt some sort of protective instinct over her and found the pistol my mother's boyfriend kept hidden and pulled it on him, told him to leave the house or I would shoot. He scrammed, but not before telling me he would call the police on me.
After that, my mother came towards me bawling her eyes out, thanking me for protecting her. That same protective instinct twisted in a knot and her sobbing face looked like a crocodile. In a blind fury, I punched her, and told her not to talk to me or my sis for the rest of the night.
Looking back on it, I kind of ended up the same thing my sister was afraid of. I would never hit her though.
I'll type the second once I'm done smoking.

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