“Troopers have forcibly carried out seven union supporters from the Tennessee Capitol after their protest disrupted a Senate committee hearing.”
 — Yes, Tennessee too. The Senate Speaker would like to make it clear that Tennessee is not Wisconsin. Yes, in Tennessee, they’re actually going to outlaw teachers’ collective bargaining entirely.

For those who’ve been following along: Danny Pye has been released suddenly from prison in Haiti, after five-plus months. He is en route to Florida, where his wife is going into labor.

by Josh Kurp

While it was shut down with a Denial of Service attack by the German authorities in late 2002, the website for the Cannibal Café can still be viewed online thanks to the Wayback Machine. Nine years is an eternity when it comes to the Internet and, suspended there in history, the website is a time capsule of early website-design features and flourishes, down to a .gif of dripping blood and the flashing “WARNING” sign. Its forum messages also carry the whiff of a different era; written at a time when people, unaware and unafraid of consequences, were more open with their identities online.

On the Café’s forums were men looking for men, men looking for women (the ideal: short, buxom, thin redheads) and women looking for men — very few posts, if any, were for women looking for women. There were people who wanted to be eaten and people who wanted to do the eating. There were stories, artwork and users seeking advice on the best to way to cook someone. “I am ready!” announced that the poster was prepared for slaughter. Entire threads were devoted to “human meat for sale fresh frozen.” Email addresses were freely exchanged, with posters using handles like “Pigslut” and “Masochist Mr. Waye.”

Here is how one notable, but still typical, conversation at the Café ran. The creatively titled “your next meal” wrote, “if anyone wants to eat an 18 yr old gorgeous male by any means you wish, then just tell me how you would feel whilst devouring my horny flesh into ur belly and i will reply to you so we can discuss real arrangements, please eat me!” A few hours later, a response: “Hi, i am Franky from Germany, i will eat you,” followed by an e-mail address.

Perro Loco started the Cannibal Café in 1994 — and when, in 2002, one of its posters, that same “Franky from Germany,” was arrested for killing and eating another man, the Cannibal Café was shut down.

“Perro Loco” is a pseudonym, of course, one Loco uses for all of his online activity. I spoke to him over the phone last week from his home in California. He described himself as an “average looking guy” who is “well spoken and fairly well educated.” Now semi-retired, he worked for many years as an EMT before going to work at a fly-fishing store. On the phone, he speaks slowly and with confidence. Given his history I expected some measure of paranoia, but found little. Although he tries to keep a private lifestyle, anyone wishing to know him will face no difficulties, which is why it wasn’t hard for me to contact him.

Even before the notoriety the Meiwes-Jürgen case brought him, Loco already enjoyed some celebrity in certain corners of the Internet. In the ’90s, he began to post the work of Dolcett, the mysterious artists famous for his depictions of bondage, torture and cannibalism. Today Loco refers to himself as “the Mayor of Dolcett” and claims he was “the first person to scan any Dolcett stuff.” Dolcett’s work grew more popular and, when Loco asked for no financial compensation, the artist was so pleased he gave Loco full permission to post his material online and even the rights to make money on it. Loco asserts that he was “probably the guy who popularized the whole concept of Dolcett-ism… as I used to say at the time, at the One Holy Church of Dolcett, I was the One True Prophet.”

But Loco’s online celebrity would really spread in December 2002, when Armin Meiwes was arrested for eating a man named Bernd Jürgen Brandes.

When Meiwes Met Brandes

This is what happened: A little over ten years ago, on March 9, 2001, 39-year-old Meiwes, a computer technician living in the German village of Wüstefeld, brought home, had sex with and killed 44-year-old Brandes, a Berlin man who lived about 250 miles away. Meiwes then ate 44 pounds of his flesh over a period of ten months. While that may sound like murder, there’s something else that should be mentioned: Brandes wanted it all to happen.

Meiwes and Brandes first communicated in February 2001, when the soon-to-be cannibal responded to Brandes’ online ad looking for someone to eat him alive — “no slaughter, but eating.” Soon they were sending daily emails to one another describing explicitly what would happen when they met. Brandes, writing as “Cator,” wrote to Meiwes, a.k.a. “Antrophagus,” on Feb. 5, saying, “I hope you’re really serious about it, because I really want it and have already met enough cyber-cannibals.”

Meiwes was serious: After turning on a video camera to record the entire process, he cut off Brandes’ penis around 6:30 p.m. If the scene hadn’t been so horrific, it could have been something out of a Three Stooges short. Meiwes’ first attempt at castration didn’t work, so he went to find a bigger knife, which did the job. Brandes, who had taken cold medicine and sleeping pills to lessen the pain, picked up half of his severed penis and attempted to bite into it, a fantasy of his for years. It didn’t work because the meat was too thick, so Meiwes boiled the halves and seasoned them with salt, pepper and garlic.

At 8 p.m., Meiwes ran a bath at Brandes’ request so that his guest could pass away peacefully as the blood drained out of his body. Brandes fell asleep in the tub as Meiwes sat in another room reading a Star Trek novel. A couple hours later, he called out for Meiwes, climbed out of the tub, and collapsed. Meiwes supported him to the bedroom. He lived a few more hours. Then, at 3:30 am, he attempted to rise out of bed and again collapsed. It was his last physical action; his whispered last words were “I have to piss.”

Forty-five minutes later, Meiwes began the dismemberment of Brandes’ body. He slashed the throat, then hung the body from a hook. As he removed pieces of flesh, he would address Brandes’ corpse, saying things like, “Shall I cut you in half, my darling?” He seasoned a piece of Brandes’ back with salt, pepper, garlic, rosemary and green pepper sauce (later he would state that the meat tasted like pork). He would continue to eat Brandes’ flesh until his December arrest.

In January 2004, Meiwes was found guilty of manslaughter and sentenced to over eight years in prison. The sentence caused an uproar. Some thought Meiwes should only have been sentenced to five years, the maximum sentence for Killing on Request. Others thought he should be put away for life. The latter group was victorious. After a second trial, in May 2006, Armin Meiwes was convicted of murder and sentenced to a life in prison. He now resides at the Kassel Penitentiary.

What does this have to do with Perro Loco? He was the source many news organizations, including the UK’s ITV, went to for information, even though he and Meiwes had never spoken or met. Although it’s widely been reported that Meiwes and Brandes first “met” one another via the Café, that’s not true; they met in a separate newsgroup. But because Miewes posted as “franky” at the Café that was enough of a connection. His last post was September 17, 2002, a few months prior to his arrest.

I asked Loco if he felt any guilt about everything that happened. He said, “No. I was, quite frankly, not surprised, though. He is no different than so many other people, but at least he has a sense, to some degree, of social responsibility.”

He’s referring to the fact that everything that happened between Meiwes and Brandes was entirely consensual (“consensual” is one of Loco’s favorite words). He elaborated: “Everything he did, he did completely consensually. It’s not like the guy was a fucking serial killer. He didn’t sit there and invite Jürgen over for dinner and sneak up behind him. They discussed it; Jürgen wanted to be killed and eaten. To me, that’s assisted suicide at worst.”

The Brandes-Meiwes case was not the first time Loco was implicated in a case involving one stranger agreeing to kill another. In 1996, 35-year-old Sharon Lopatka searched on the Internet for a man who would torture, strangle and kill her. She found Robert Frederick. The two met at Frederick’s house in North Carolina and enacted the agreed-upon scenario: Lopatka was sexually tortured, strangled and buried in Frederick’s backyard, only three feet below the ground. Needless to say, police found the body and Frederick was sentenced to jail. Two weeks before his release, Frederick died in prison of a heart attack. Loco, who was investigated as a material witness in the case, knew both Lopatka and Frederick and considered them both “very nice people.”

Loco now spends about four hours a day on the boards, down from the twelve of his earlier days. He makes very little money from his work online. In return he’s been questioned by organizations ranging from the FBI to the Royal Canadian Mounted Police, so it’s natural to wonder why he does it. He said, “To a great degree, it’s because I’m a proselytizer. It’s fun. But it used to be more fun. I’m getting older, and I’d just as soon assume close up shop sometimes.”

The eHow Of Cannibalism
His current website, Dolcett Girls, is dedicated to “covering a full range of graphic sexual fantasy.” The site, which has been around since August 2003, has over 40,000 members, is split evenly between males and females (Loco tells me that for “every 1.1 males, there’s 1 female”). It gets over a million hits every month. The forum viewers include “at least one U.S. congressman,” as well as politically connected family members, and the average user age is somewhere in the 40s.

As with the Cannibal Café, Dolcett Girls only has two rules: no spam and nothing featuring underage kids. But it’s more rooted in fantasy than the Café was. The interest is less directly transactional (i.e., trying to find someone to cook and eat); instead the site seems more a place for people to discuss and fantasize about their kinks and fetishes — as well as drop frequent references to Ke$ha’s “Cannibal.”

And someday Dolcett Girls will be as much a time capsule of 2011 Internet culture as the Cannibal Café is of 2002. Recent forum topics include:

• Cooking temperatures: “I like a low heat around 250 degree for a long slow cook. I start the out with the meat being tied to the grill alive and kicking. After the meat pass I remover her from the heat and gut her, and then back to the grill for several more hours after about a 10 to 12 hour cook the meat just fall off the bone. I shred the meat and mix it with BBQ and red pepper flakes very tasty.”

• Celebrities: “[Miley Cyrus] needs to be hung upside down from a meathook, have her throat slit, and be sliced into chunks of meat. It’s not like she has a remarkable music career or anything.”

• Pregnancy announcements with the requisite belly photos

• Lots of fan fiction: “Angeline reached one hand down her pants and stroked herself with a rising passion as she suckled on the redhead’s ample bosom…”

• Fake CNN stories: “Dolcett Girl Who Fled Is Caught in Mexico”

• Yahoo! Answers-type advice-seeking: “How one would dispose of a head?”

That last question was posed by “tinylittlefeet,” and the responses run the gamut. Some responders make light of the situation (“roadrunner50” Photoshopped “tiny”’s head into a picture of the cast of Futurama), while others are chilling in their specificity. One user responds: “First, I would prefer to remove you head from your body myself. For this I would have you place your neck on a block and with a hard swift chop with a sharpened machete, your head would be severed from your body…” It goes on from there.

Photoshop is another favorite activity. The thread, “Cannibalistic/Snuff captions and manipulations” shows a twisted form of something you might find on 4chan. Over a photo that the poster himself probably took, there are usually one or more nude ladies and then box lettering over the whole that says something like, “Forget spinach, eat man flesh!” One photo reads: “A cannibal usually eats one a week. That means roughly 50 people a year. The average cannibal stays active for about 40 years before switching to food normal people eat too at old age.”

Making Money & Other Challenges Of Internet Entrepreneurship
Dolcett Girls (also known as DGF) was originally set up to be a subscription-based commercial website operating out of Toronto. But after three lucrative months, a credit company clearance “cut us off at the knees,” said Loco. He added that the company that cut ties with them is “the same company that processes every kiddy porn site on the planet. We’re probably the only fetish group that the kiddy porn people look down on. I guess because they’re afraid we’re going to have kiddy snuff porn.”

The site runs now on donations, sent not through PayPal but by “snail mail.” The money takes longer to process, but the system bypasses outside interference. DGF also has “incredibly good security software… written by one of the best coders in the United States.” Makes sense when you consider the site’s under constant monitoring by the FBI, which is also why users, if they’re interested in a face-to-face meet-up, will use the forum’s personal messaging system to communicate, rather than publicly posting, “Hey, who wants to eat me?”

(Even then, the number of face-to-face interactions is small, according to Loco. “Out of every hundred women who come into DGF, there will be one who might actually extend herself to meeting with another human face to face for the specific purpose of beginning a ‘Dolcett’-ish relationship. For every 1,000 of those people, there might be one who’d go all the way.”)

Loco maintains that if he saw something that he thought worth mentioning he would report it to authorities. I ask for an example. He said: “Let’s suppose I got a personal message from someone who I believe is fairly serious about the whole Dolcett thing, and this person told me that he was going to go to hang out at an elementary school and kidnap a couple of the girls who are students there.” He’d report that. But “if, on the other hand, he were to say, ‘Look, I was talking to this girl’s mom and she’s got a daughter who’s eight years old. If Mom and I get together and I take her down to Mexico and we do the deed, what do you think I should do about the kids?’ I wouldn’t report that.”

The distinction, again, comes down to consent. “Consenting adults should be able to do whatever the hell they want to, up to and including killing each other,” Loco said. “If they don’t consent to it, then it’s murder and not good. I have issues when it comes to consent.” Clearly, Loco is a big proponent of First Amendment — a really big proponent.

He tells me a story about a man in Ontario who made his living by producing “very well faked” snuff videos, complete with air-soft pistols, blood squibs and believable special effects. “Some local constable who was a member of a fundamentalist church got wind of what he was he was doing and made it a crusade to shut this guy down. He was buddies with the local attorney, and they arrested him, confiscated all his stuff, and put him in jail without bail. He ended up going to trial and he won, but in Canada, the Crown can appeal and the Crown attorney belonged to the same church as the constable. They kept appealing the lack of conviction. This guy was tried three times and basically impoverished by his legal bills. Had somebody pulled that with me and jeopardized my entire financial career and caused my wife and kids to leave me because I couldn’t support them anymore, I would have tracked these motherfuckers down and shot them — for real. No air soft guns. I would have come to their house, I would have tied them up in a chair, I would have killed their entire families in front of them, and then I would have killed them. You wreck my life, I’m going to wreck yours. I’m a person of extremes that way.” After a few seconds of silence, he adds, “Now, I wouldn’t have killed the family dog, by the way, because I have a soft spot for pets… but I would have no problem killing their five-year-old kids.”

When I question the extremity of such a statement, Loco responded, “Sure, it’s a little extreme, but I don’t have any moral problems about it. Millions of people every day die. Hundreds of thousands of small children die of starvation every day. Personally, I think killing some folks is beneficial to society. But I’m not going to go out there and do it. It’s easy for me to talk. But my own personal moral feelings about it, I don’t have any. It’s for the same reason I don’t have any moral objections to what Armin did.”

Today, most DGF members don’t seem interested in doing what Armin Meiwes did, only in talking about it. In September 2004, Loco began a thread called “Would You? Really?” that now has 1,484 replies and over 91,000 views. In it, he posed the hypothetical question: “If presented with an opportunity to Eat a Female in a ‘Dolcett-ish’ fantasy fulfillment…would you?” The response of “t’Sade” is typical: “In the end, I think I would probably avoid it in real life. Nice to think about, wonderful to see animated or made into a movie, but I’ve seen enough blood and other really nasty things in my life (some of them done to me) that I really don’t want to feel the rest of that blade.

He added, “Won’t stop me from writing about it, though.”

There are exceptions. One user recently posted a new thread to tell everyone that he’s ready to meet up with someone who’d be interested in cannibalizing him. When I contacted him by email, the 26 year old responded: “I have played before at being dressed up as meat ready for the oven. I have had women and men do this, although I am straight but as meat I don’t mind who eats me as it’s not really sexual.” He says the desire has been with him since he was a “very small boy,” and that he used to “dream about [being] barbequed or sold to the butcher.”

I asked, how would you go through with it? He wrote back: “Now that’s quite a question, LOL. Well, what I would like is to be collected and tied up in back of van or car and taken to the home or, even better, their farm. Then, when there, shaved and cleaned and maybe kept for a bit in a pen or cage so they can fatten me up if they want, etc. I don’t really mind how I am processed. Maybe spit roasted or just hung up and butchered. I would like my genitals removed first or eaten off me…”

We might recoil from this guy’s fantasy, but keep in mind, he hasn’t actually done anything wrong (and probably won’t). Like Armin Meiwes, he’s not a killer, pedophile, rapist or any other kind of criminal that preys on the non-consenting. He’s someone with a kink and the only way he knows how to fulfill it is by, well, being eaten. In a way I almost feel sorry for him — I can’t imagine it’s easy to find someone to satisfy that lust. But the Internet has surely made that easier, which brings up the question: How did would-be cannibals arrange meetings in the 1980s? (Probably on giant cell phones.) Of course the case can be made that the Internet is encouraging potential cannibals by giving them a safe place to plan their misdeeds, but would you rather have a set-up meeting between two consenting adults — or bring someone new home from the bar and have him wait till he was in your living room to ask, “Would you mind if I bit your dick off?”

Josh Kurp will never listen to the Dirty Projectors’ “Cannibal Resource” the same way again.

Image taken from 1918 edition of Gray’s Anatomy, via Wikimedia Commons.

“Bill Drummond had been creating pop events for more than a decade — it was his signature tactic as a manager, it had carried successfully over into the early, sample-driven KLF days and it had taken him to the top of the charts already. He’d been a student during glam rock, managed at the start of the video era — he knew how important concept and imagery were to pop. And I think his insight with the KLF at their (and his) mainstream zenith was something like this: if rave music is always the aftermath of a party that’s already happened, the ideal pop incarnation of rave music needs to be the aftermath of an entirely imaginary party, the greatest party that ever could happen.”
 — Thoughts on “3 A.M. Eternal,” a song that achieved popular success some 20 years ago.

After a thoroughly hyperbolic summer, where experts’ predictions had the Miami Heat winning no fewer than 70 games, it’s shocking to see the Southeast division race is even remotely competitive at this point in the season. And yet here we are, watching the Orlando Magic take advantage of the Miami Heat’s up-and-down campaign to challenge them for the division crown. And if the Magic catch the Heat then, oh boy, we may be in for some late-season waterworks.

Others would argue that since the Heat publicly cleared the air and their tear ducts, they’ve been pressing less and winning more. Heck, the team used a balanced attack on Monday night against the San Antonio Spurs, repaying a 30-point pasting from earlier in the season. It was a thing of beauty, really.

But, to my eyes at least, they’re still way too thin, and if Wade hurts his knee again, or LeBron’s back acts up, the Heat will be out of the playoffs faster than you can say “take my talents to South Beach” three times. Meanwhile the Atlanta Hawks are still milling around, close but not enough to matter. And the Hornets and Wizards… wait, what was the question again?

Miami Heat (46–21)
Grim, moist-eyed times in Miami last week have morphed into okay, stiff-upper-lip times this week. What’s next? Who knows? But, regardless of what happens over the next few weeks, the mood has shifted in Miami. Now, when LeBron misses a handful of shots — because he is, after all, a human being — the fans in Miami look up from their iPhones and boo him. Boo him! The guy that painted a target on his back for you schmucks!

Dwyane Wade and that third guy are playing well enough to beat the lousy teams, and James, despite the occasional ire of faux-tanned fans, is carrying them. The team was handed a gift when the Celtics traded Kendrick Perkins, but now are in danger of locking themselves into the Conference’s 3rd seed for the playoffs. As it stands now, they would play the Knicks in the first round and, from a Heat standpoint, that would be enough to make a grown man (or three) cry.

Orlando Magic (42–25)
Dwight Howard is averaging 23 and 14, with 2.5 blocks per game. He is the league MVP if my vote counted (and, wouldn’t you know it, my ballot always seems to get lost). Some would argue that his team is the deepest of all the contenders and therefore Howard’s contribution is overstated. But I’m not buying that. The Magic has one very good player (Jameer Nelson), a few pretty good players (Jason Richardson, Hedo Turkoglu) and couple of decent players (Brandon Bass and J.J. Redick), along with one Gilbert Arenas, a man who defies characterization. Howard is the one player in the NBA for whom there is really no defensive answer. In my opinion, the Conference Finals could come down to a Bulls-Magic match-up, rather than a Celtics-Heat one. (Somewhere, deep in his underground lair, David Stern just shuddered.)

Atlanta Hawks (38–28)
Joe Johnson badmouthed the fans last season, just before the team finished skulking out of the playoffs. I would advise him to hold his tongue as this seasons winds to a close because, let’s face it, this team is no better than that one was and, chances are, a-skulking it will go.

Josh Smith has been the Hawks’ best player this season and Al Horford is pretty good, although he really should be averaging more than 10 boards per game. Jamal Crawford can singlehandedly win a quarter and his playoff mettle has been established. But the reality is harsh: there isn’t a person alive that can tell me how or why the Hawks have a chance to win a title this season. Even the ghost of former Hawk Mike Bibby agrees. Oh, wait, that actually is Mike Bibby.

Charlotte Bobcats (28–38)
You look at the team’s record and you look at its skill players and you come to the conclusion that this is a pretty well-coached team (Word to Larry Brown and, now, Paul Silas.) Sure they have headache-y super threat Stephen Jackson — the master of playing his way onto and then off of teams — but the rest of its top players (D.J. Augustin, Tyrus Thomas and Boris Diaw) aren’t scaring anybody. How on earth has this team won 10 more games than the Wizards? I thought we covered that already.

Washington Wizards (16–49)
John Wall can’t do it alone. Which is a nice way of saying that he can’t do it. Nick Young is a scorer, but should choose either rebounding, playing defense or distributing the ball, and master that skill, too. There’s no more room in the NBA for one-dimensional starters. Andray Blatche is in the top-half of the league’s big men, but he’s on the bottom of the top half. Still, he’s coming on quickly. Rashard Lewis, on the other hand, is Juwan Howard 2.0 — a guy who was in the right place to get $100 million at the right time. This season was over before it began. On the upside, no guns made their way into the team’s locker room.

Tony Gervino is a New York City-based editor and writer obsessed with honing his bio to make him sound quirky. He can also be found here.

Photo by Keith Allison.

Is this Tibetan Mastiff the world’s most expensive dog? Well, someone paid about $1.5 million for him, so, yeah, probably.

Rap music lost one of its most recognizable voices last night, when Long Beach, California singer Nathaniel “Nate Dogg” Hale died after suffering two strokes in recent years. A childhood friend of Snoop Dogg, who first appeared on Dr. Dre’s landmark 1992 album, The Chronic, Nate Dogg rose to his own fame alongside Dre’s half-brother Warren G with the era-defining 1994 classic “Regulate.” Nate’s deep, mellifluous voice came to epitomize California gangsta rap’s central victory: making tough, menacing, street music sound sweet and soothing to the ear. He was 41. Here are some of his greatest hits.

On a day where the phrase “the continuing crisis” could plausibly refer to six different disasters, it seems almost beside the point to bitch about the weather. But what else can you do? The weather sucks. It is NOT HELPING. I don’t know what to tell you except that, if you can hold out until Friday, they’re saying 70 degrees. Which is something, I guess. The chaos and destruction will presumably remain, and probably get worse. But hey, 70. Sigh.

Here is a rather incredible follow-up story, from AOL’s Moviefone, about their request of Techcrunch to make a story more friendly. It’s bizarre! (The request from Moviefone went like this: “Let me know if you’re able to take another look at it and make any edits.”)

And Moviefone says: “The person who wrote that email was not acting in an editorial capacity. That person’s job is to act as an intermediary between the studios and editorial… the presence of a person with that role is just one means we have of ensuring editorial integrity on Moviefone.” Wha? So people who don’t act in an “editorial capacity” can say things like “let me know if you’re able to… make any edits.” That’s sort of definitionally opposed? They go on: “We work with movie studios every day, and it is in our best interests to stay on good terms with them.” That’s true. It is.

You don’t need to know who any of these people are to read this story, told over night, entirely in Tweets.

Can someone please find @BrianVan and tell him Nick is locked outside the house and needs help. Brian was last seen at Stubbs…Wed Mar 16 05:47:02 via web

Nick Douglas
nick

It’s Nick’s meddling girlfriend again: Brian is in Austin jail, for real. Gave me his twitter password on his one phonecall. Go help him!Wed Mar 16 06:05:47 via web

brianvan
brianvan

Brian is in Austin Jail. He said @carney @caro @skidder will know what to do. Someone bail him out please!Wed Mar 16 06:09:36 via web

brianvan
brianvan

@nick @brianstelter @skidder really?!Wed Mar 16 06:06:38 via Twitter for iPhone

Caroline McCarthy
caro

Brian is in Austin jail. @nmcglynn please go bail him out (It’s Rachel — he gave me his password to solicit help. Long story…)Wed Mar 16 06:13:01 via web

brianvan
brianvan

I’m at Hilton Austin Hotel w/ @georgegsmithjr http://4sq.com/f93BdsWed Mar 16 04:57:25 via foursquare

Nick McGlynn
nmcglynn

@brianvan what do you need?Wed Mar 16 06:25:34 via Twitter for iPhone

Alexia Tsotsis
alexia

@alexia Okay, so Brian says find the Austin County lock up and bail him out and he’ll pay you back, but no one seems to know if they’llWed Mar 16 06:33:41 via web

brianvan
brianvan

Resolution for now: Kidder is picking up Nick. Rick Webb was told no way Brian gets out til morning.Wed Mar 16 07:12:59 via web

brianvan
brianvan

@brianvan @caro @skidder What? Is BV really in jail?Wed Mar 16 12:13:42 via Twitter for iPhone

John Carney
carney

I hope @nick and his girlfriend and @brianvan get their own sitcom after tonight.Wed Mar 16 06:03:55 via web

Leah Reich
ohheygreat