Monday. August 26, 2024. I am not a drug dealer. I am not a prostitute. This occurred last week when Chantay was questioned by a monarch from Italy about what I was doing in her apartment. I am not living in Chantay's apartment. That is a lie. She followed me here, like she always follows me, even as far as the state of Nevada, Virginia, Maryland, Washington, D.C., India and Turkey. So far, she has stolen clothing, underwear, money, fiances, job opportunities, familial relationships, my family member's lives, my DNA, my genetic factor, my facial cells, my brain, my cervix, and food. Chantay also has a heavenly courtship with a Chinese god, after stealing my DNA and injecting it in her body. I don't discuss White European gods to that extent when involving Chantay, based on her ability and need to mass genocide White men, something Chantay gloats about and brags about. Chantay also has a large history of pedophilizing children, especially white children. But, now I know how valuable being a drug dealing prostitute is, no one really says anything and Chantay was able to committ crime after crime in an unlimited fashion. One of her daughters has a filthy habit of having sex with her infant sister in someone else's home, where she was trying to own by just knowing one of my relatives, ignoring the fact that my name was on the deed at 1680 Tamarack St., Washington, D.C.. The whole world watched it, including people on a game show.
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