The way I look at it, if some white girls likes the roughness and abuse, and keep going back for more, then its their business.
Reminds me of my great, great uncle, during prohibition ... he was a moonshiner in the Smoky Mountains. He got ******* off his moonshine and drowned in a big vat of brewing moonshine. His moonshine buddies had to go to his wife to explain his demise. When she cried and asked why they didn't save him, one of his moonshine buddies said, "we did, twice, but he kept crawling back into the vat."
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