People, like our black women’s studies porn sex trade professor, like to think promiscuous sex doesn’t have consequences. Or, if it does, they are at least easily manageable, a shot at the doctor’s office, or a few hundred bucks traded to a butcher to rip the growing life out of your body (such a choice).
If you get in real trouble, you might have to go on a cocktail of very powerful drugs for the rest of your life, to stave off the advance of a virus that seems almost tailor made to attack persons given over to a certain kind of filth. There is even hope there might be a cure for such a disease.
And maybe there will be, for a while. Maybe billions of dollars diverted from other diseases, afflicting far more people, will afford a temporary respite. But that’s all it will be – at…
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