Sex is usually cleaner than a blood sacrifice. — Thomm Quackenbush, Artificial Gods
Sex is usually cleaner than a blood sacrifice. — Thomm Quackenbush, Artificial Gods
Sex is usually cleaner than a blood sacrifice. — Thomm Quackenbush, Artificial Gods
Sex is usually cleaner than a blood sacrifice. — Thomm Quackenbush, Artificial Gods
Sex is usually cleaner than a blood sacrifice. — Thomm Quackenbush, Artificial Gods
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Sex is usually cleaner than a blood sacrifice.

— Thomm Quackenbush, Artificial Gods
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