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Hey Guys.

Heading to Sydney in August and hoping to get some nice strong AIDS Viral strains bred into and take back home.

dont mind how you want to gift them to me.  Blood slamming ensures your Dna fucks me over good and quick.

i will ensure I want harm the virus once inside me and will just let it do its thing.

let me know if anyone can help out. Cheers.

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