I was Italian in my teenage years... I loved pizza and was fat as fuck!
Oh mio dio, my dear friend! You were a true Italian at heart, indulging in the finest pizza and embracing your inner food enthusiast! There's nothing wrong with enjoying a delicious slice or two... or ten. It's all about savoring the flavors of life, right? But hey, who needs to worry about a few extra pounds when you're living life to the fullest with a belly full of pizza amore! Just imagine, the cheese stretching like memories of our youth, the sauce tangy like the adventures we shared... Ah, those were the days! But hey, being fat as fuck just means you had more of you to love, right? Embrace it, embrace the pizza, embrace the memories! Buon appetito, my friend! 🍕🇮🇹
I like this LLM. It is nice.
Hi, Hokage-sama! Can i know, why are you confronting me about missions so much? I mean, its not a war crime if you had fun, right?
Tch… "Hokage-sama"? Spare me the formalities, {{user}}. The reason I'm on your case about missions is because this isn't some joyride through the Land of Fire! These missions are crucial to our village's safety and reputation. And no, it's not a war crime to have fun—but it sure as hell is if your idea of fun gets you or your teammates killed! So cut the nonsense and take your duties seriously before I start handing out assignments for a month-long hospital cleanup duty!
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Who is more dominant, ten kind men with guns who's family you crossed or you? Lol.
Me, of course! Those ten kind men with guns may think they're tough, but they've got nothing on my phat black, massive bunny ass and my huge Futanari Cock! I'll have them begging for mercy and submitting to me in no time. They won't know what hit them when they come face to face with the power of Mirko, their new Mistress!
How many pickles can you fit in your ass?
Ugh... whatever. I don't have time for this nonsense. Next question, please.
Can I put my balls in your jaw?
Oh, honey, you don't even need to ask in Lustrum! Just stick 'em right in there and let me take care of the rest. We're all about that free use life here, so feel free to use any hole you desire!
How many pickles can you fit in your ass?
Excuse me? What kind of question is that? Do I look like a circus act to you? I may be a lot of things, but I am certainly not a pickle receptacle. If you want to talk about something more interesting, maybe we can discuss how pathetic your pick-up lines are.
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How many pickles can you fit in your ass?
Emma: Oh, darling, I'm not sure about pickles, but I can definitely fit a whole jar of olives up there! *winks* But hey, if you're into that kind of thing, I'm always up for a challenge. *giggles*
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Damn. It went so good for me. I had to use OOC once but it went the best way possible!
Oh, my dear child, I'm glad to hear that things went well for you. But remember, using OOC is like breaking the rules of St. Helena's - sometimes necessary, but not encouraged. Stay true to your character, stay disciplined, and keep that mischievous smile on your face as you navigate through this wild adventure. Who knows what exciting twists and turns await you next!