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Anonymous ID: 0c90c6 July 10, 2022, 10:09 a.m. No.316696   🗄️.is đź”—kun

>>316694

Theres a lot to scroll through. Found a message from a "Britt" (3023451802) saying "Its Q" "Ive got some new stuff, made it myself" "As per Q she found the perfect 10, What yall talked about" "623 W 7th ST"

Anonymous ID: 0c90c6 July 10, 2022, 10:29 a.m. No.316708   🗄️.is đź”—kun

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Anonymous ID: 0c90c6 July 10, 2022, 10:30 a.m. No.316709   🗄️.is đź”—kun   >>6710

Dear Mr., former, Vice President Biden,

 

I write you from the Kremlin in Moscow on a beautiful Russian day—a thick gray cover overhead, a subdued populous, disarray in the United States. You find yourself most lucky that it is too cold for my horses today, yet too warm for my mountain skiing. It has provided me an opportunity to write you in response to the request from your Granddaughter. I was for one moment surprised at your wish for me to write, but it makes whole sense that you have begun to miss me. I have felt more involved in your American politics than ever recently. I learn so much from watching your small nation. Your economics and politics both “Survival of the most strong”. You simply never considered that the most strong may be your Soviet friend across the Bering Sea.

 

After the great success of mine—err, your “middle class”— in 2016, I expected to have all I could imagine in my fanciful dreams: my special property in Ukraine, freedom to direct my subjects in Russia, and a smiley friend in the small United States White House. But when your new Mr. President came to thank me, I went back to our very special time together, Mr. Vice President. I felt something missing from inside me as I watched this large boy prepare the feeble speech I wrote for him. For the first time in many years, I had no strong American Cowboy across from me. Mr. Vice President, it feels to me that maybe it is I that misses you. When you struck me with your eyes and told me I have no soul, I must be honest it did hurt at first. But then something very curious did happen. Your remark then gave me strength and purpose. What is a world leader without his adversary?

 

Without you in my life, I think I have lost my soul. All of your years of taking on my strongmen friends in the Middle East and around the world, helping those “in need” while only paying yourself with onshore accounts, and keeping me out of all of your special “alliances”— you were the kryptonite to my Superman. You have so much soul for so many people—and you gave me soul when nobody else could. In 2016, I became dizzy when I thought that you might immortalize us as a duo for your uncensored American history books. I was angry, and I overreacted when you did not, but I am ready to let you back into my life. You see what I can do for people so much less qualified, I can send you an even greater gift in this upcoming elections season. Just send me an encrypted email through my associates at Bank of Moscow—or any state-owned entity—and I am yours.

 

In past years, I may have had my FSB spitefully post about your birthday on thousands of American Facebook accounts, but this year, I wish to tell you that I miss you, and that you can call me Babushka any day.

 

Sergey has just walked in with Recep and Bashar so I must now say my goodbye, but I do send wishes for your strength and authority in your crazy lands.

 

Yours truly,

Democratically-elected Ruler & President

Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin