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No running. No hiding. You’ve been BLACKED—marked, claimed, reprogrammed. Every time you edge to me you’re paying reparations the only way a weak white gooner knows how: with your dignity, your precum, your future orgasms. BHM reminds you who built the world. BNWO reminds you who owns it now. Say it out loud while you stroke: “I’ve been BLACKED… and I love it.”