Editors note: disclosure

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The story you are about to hear is true. Sort of. I mean as true as anything in SL is. When means it is pretty much Myth and Bullshit. Written to entertain. I make references to real people places and cultures in Second Life. If you are reading this you are likely to be 1) me 2) a friend trying to be nice 3) a spam bot. If something you read offends you and I am sorry. Send me a message to my RL email or text me. (don't have that contact info. Then don't waste your time).

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