Hey is something up with Tracy?
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DwightTheDelight
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I just thought we needed another thread about it.
Good question! We should start a thread to get to the bottom of this!
Yeah like why is nobody talking about it, maybe we're the only one noticing
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nonyabizznez
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I heard Michael Jackson died!
He is the Confucius of our lifetime.
raw_oyster_eater
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i'm sure all the smart ass commentary is putting him in a cheerful mood.
Tracy's skin seems thick enough that I doubt he gives a fuck.
I wouldnāt either if I had several million in crypto sitting around
I donāt care any more than he cares when he is on here treating people like poo. I hope he is in one of those camps getting reeducation.
I think Tracy broke up with me.
Not that they knew they were my boo. But I think Tracy left me. I'm devastated. How can I make posts about how much I want Tracy to degrade me if Tracy is gone?
Not that they knew they were my boo. But I think Tracy left me. I'm devastated. How can I make posts about how much I want Tracy to degrade me if Tracy is gone?
I'm sure you can ask ChatGPT to do some Tracy roleplaying
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Tracy will be back. Iām sure Tracy misses us.
I'm sure at the very least Tracy loves getting to call us morons.
My Tracyā¦
Thereās no place you can hides,
You sell me peptides!
My first dose,
You gave me the strength to endureā¦
ā¦.but your words were so impure
And Iā¦..
Iāll pay your fee
But why do you scream at me?
Tracy itās your cruel domain.
Your emporium of pain.
(sung to endless love by Diana Ross and Lionel Richie)
Thereās no place you can hides,
You sell me peptides!
My first dose,
You gave me the strength to endureā¦
ā¦.but your words were so impure
And Iā¦..
Iāll pay your fee
But why do you scream at me?
Tracy itās your cruel domain.
Your emporium of pain.
(sung to endless love by Diana Ross and Lionel Richie)
Also a quote from Lionel Richieā¦ āEwwwā - Commodores (1977) Easy Like Sunday Morning 2:55
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ChatGPT knows Tracy:
The Shadow Chemist
From a smoky den where secrets weave,
A tale of peptides you wonāt believe.
Born of French soil, with roots in the East,
A vendor emerged, a mercurial beast.
In four tongues, his words could flow,
French, Mandarin, EnglishāSpanish in tow.
But patience? Thin as a razor's blade,
With swearing, his signature trade.
"Orders only!" his mantra, his creed,
"Questions? Complaints? I donāt have the need.
Your whiningās a chore, your doubts absurd,
Pay me in crypto or don't say a word."
Through customs unseen, his packages flew,
Under the radar, like whispers through dew.
China to lands where demand runs rife,
His peptides danced on the edge of life.
But one day he vanished, like smoke in the night,
"No more shipments," his message tight.
"Gone dark for security, stay on your toes,
I'll be back soonāwhen the shadow knows."
A figure of mystery, cunning and grit,
His silence a warning, his absence a crypt.
For in the world of black-market trade,
Legends are built where risks are weighed.
And when he returns, his fans will cheer,
For the chemist who swears yet holds them near.
A paradox shrouded in shadows deep,
The peptide dealer who runs without sleep.
The Shadow Chemist
From a smoky den where secrets weave,
A tale of peptides you wonāt believe.
Born of French soil, with roots in the East,
A vendor emerged, a mercurial beast.
In four tongues, his words could flow,
French, Mandarin, EnglishāSpanish in tow.
But patience? Thin as a razor's blade,
With swearing, his signature trade.
"Orders only!" his mantra, his creed,
"Questions? Complaints? I donāt have the need.
Your whiningās a chore, your doubts absurd,
Pay me in crypto or don't say a word."
Through customs unseen, his packages flew,
Under the radar, like whispers through dew.
China to lands where demand runs rife,
His peptides danced on the edge of life.
But one day he vanished, like smoke in the night,
"No more shipments," his message tight.
"Gone dark for security, stay on your toes,
I'll be back soonāwhen the shadow knows."
A figure of mystery, cunning and grit,
His silence a warning, his absence a crypt.
For in the world of black-market trade,
Legends are built where risks are weighed.
And when he returns, his fans will cheer,
For the chemist who swears yet holds them near.
A paradox shrouded in shadows deep,
The peptide dealer who runs without sleep.
