Asshole an autobiography
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Last published Mon, Apr 3, 2023
I'm Ricky and this is my autobiography.
This story is rated 18+ and contains L&V (Language)(Violence).
All events are true.
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If you would like to see more of me here are my social media handles:
IG: @rickyxmarcell
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