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The year is 2028. The tribe is running low on our T supplies; we are down to only three breeders, myself, Steve-O, and Brad. We lost Nick last week to the twink disease, he goes by Nick(y) now. We must brave the streets and engage in battle with the legions of tranny street walkers that haunt the ghetto; only in them do we find the blessed Gains Pills to take with our nightly feasts of Deenz, Chicken, Peas and Rice. I shall get in three extra reps at max weight tonight to honour the gods Zyz and Grizzly and ask them to watch over the tranny hunt on the dawn.
 
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