JAV Tokyo

People fall easily. A popular female TV personality is beaten to a pulp day and night just because she fell in love with someone with a wife and child and had sex with him, and she becomes a wacko. A student who is caught on video doing a trivial prank at a sushi restaurant without a shred of intelligence is expelled from school voluntarily and spends her days fretting about compensation. They say that there are good times and bad times in life, but as long as there are people like me who have never had a good time in my life, I can prove that there is no God, and that the heavens do not see us. For someone like me, who has to run 100 meters from 10 meters behind other people (and with weights on my feet) because I drew the wrong horse in the parental gacha, to lead a "normal" life, I have to work many times harder than others, and I have to be blessed with good luck. I have not a millimeter of sympathy for those who, despite having been blessed with a good environment, got carried away and brought about their own destruction. However, I cannot be a stranger to the recent news about the black market. In a sense, what I am doing is the same as the black market. Like the remote-controlled guys from the Philippines, I get telegraphed URLs to download material from my uncle. It's a highly confidential social network. I drop it off, edit it, and ask my uncle to check it. The uncle rarely interferes, but once he gives the OK, we start selling the material. I don't know if I have already fallen or if I will fall further in the future. Either way, I have nothing to lose. I am prepared for that. However, I have recently been thinking that perhaps I am trying to correct society, apart from money and sexual arousal, by helping my uncle even though I despise his actions. By supporting an uncle who rips happy women to shreds like a nightmare, he is indirectly trying to build a more equal society. It would be wild nonsense. But I don't expect people at the bottom like ourselves to rise anymore. So they have no choice but to drag down the happy-go-lucky people who are living in smooth sailing. That is balance. If I am arrested and brought to trial, I want to make that point loud and clear. I will say it again. Letting those happy-go-lucky people experience a hell they will never remember is the only step we can take toward a fair and equal society. This may sound like a love letter written at 2 a.m. in the middle of the night. I didn't think this way at first. I just wanted to make money selling pornographic videos. But if you don't find meaning in working, meaning in living, meaning in life, if you don't find value in life, it's the same as being dead, isn't it? What is the meaning of a life that is just to be used by a despicable devil like your uncle? At the very least, I hope that my uncle's actions will have some meaning, and perhaps benefit someone, and be useful to society. It's not possible, though. I see a bright future for the four of them this time. A life with nothing but hope. It's a blessing that they were born pretty. I am XXXXing these women as usual. The cute girls who looked happy with their boyfriends until a few minutes ago are transformed into a cruel sight. It's a terrible pain in the conscience, but the irony is that it's also a source of excitement. Why am I so excited by this? Is it because I am a bastard? Or is it because the truth of beauty is that beautiful things get dirty? I still don't know. Despite my desire for as many people as possible to see this video, I also feel that I don't want it to spread because if it spreads too much, it will surely be a bad thing.