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What is a Ninja?

A ninja is a ninja regardless of race.

I know... ninja is the appropriate word for the offensive term. It's a way to get around an otherwise derogatory term that race determines. Created by whites to shame ninjas. Now, it shames the whites to stutters when uttered outside the company of their color. I know, trust me.


But when I write ninja, ninja has nothing to do with race. Ninja gives a lady-bitch face.


A ninja acquires pussy stealthily and gracefully, then leaves quietly and discreetly.


A ninja is what I deal with.


That is what a ninja is. Remember this.

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