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Lots of great pics are being sent my way. I appreciate that. Remember, I do like to see your face and body...but dick videos with cumshots are my preference, so if you are willing, I would love to see them. I'm just saying. Don't send me photos of someone else's dick. The odds are I have seen that same photo a hundred times before, and as big and attractive as that dick seems to be...yours would be so much better.
Some asked me if I was confident about myself and my abilities. Look, I'm so optimistic about myself that if I were to go after Moby Dick, I'd bring the Tatar sauce with me. Why? Because I don't care if I don't win, succeed, get it right on the first try, or whether or not I look good doing it. I'll get it right sooner or later. That's all I need to know. I fail a ton. My saving grace is that I don't care about money other than what is required to survive, and I don't quit even when I lose. Then again, I realize that I'm not doing life-or-death things. Not worrying about life-or-death situations makes things a whole lot easier. I would suspect my confidence level would fall significantly if bullets were being fired at me.