It sounds like this. You know it by heart. Let’s repeat together: “A sexual act committed by an adult with a minor who has not reached the age of 16 is rape, if the age difference exceeds 5 years, and is punishable by imprisonment.” I sit like an ox and count my years, and I don’t go out. So how much is under 16, how much is over 16? I “rape” out of frustration that I can’t, can’t, do the math of what the warning says. There is no act of calculation in my mind. I am powerless. But it cannot last long. My mind seeks security. I can’t be powerless forever, can I? And now the rape comes to me. People like that don’t give up until they achieve it in life. If not mathematically, then at least sexually. And I move on to “rape”. I break everything in my path, hell, nerves, arithmetic. Who protects me?

I do it fantastically, mentally, repeat, mentally! How many times I hear the warning. On radio and TV, during peak hours.

I understand that she is fat. This is the land of the internet, full of revenge, care, lover porn.

Various genders roam the network. There are more and more 15-year-old mothers. All kinds of video chats are behind the sexual exploitation of minors. All kinds of perverts live in ever darker darkness and emerge into ever more ignorant virtual worlds. They are cultured in the head, but with sexes full of lust for rape. This is scary.

A monster emerged from this vile, cruel, merciless reality:

“A sexual act committed by an adult with a minor under the age of 16 is rape, if the age difference exceeds 5 years, and is punishable by imprisonment”, i.e. the abbreviation of Law no. 217/2023, something about the rape of minors. I am an illiterate, illiterate legislator with such forms. Nothing is clear from the law, but also from the announcement. We are functionally illiterate, that is, unintelligent in jurisprudence and stupid in mathematics.

Well, let’s face it, as soon as I hear the warning, I feel hungry.

Major is over 18 years old. Obviously not? Something. I am over 18, although I am functionally illiterate in math and law. What I understand from here is in the fog. So can I rape someone under 18? Yes, from 18 to 16 I can, I say! Up to the age of 16 is possible only “if the age difference is more than 5 years.” This thing from 5 years ago gave me a headache. I can’t define five years. I can not.

Is it possible or not? Do I need it for something?

Not that I wanted to break anything today. I don’t want to, I swear, but if something blond, juicy, speaking of Socrates and Homer happens to me, can I resist? What the Law does not say, what creatures can bewitch us? Or if I’m a manga, I also say that I don’t have anyone to drink with today, but I touch on the problem.

Look, tomorrow, what will happen? Mankind, who protects me from temptation?

I mean, I don’t know how to count, but I hear the hype. My kind, without a special mind and books, I say in general, I often hear advertising, I repeat, I do not understand anything, but I remember rape, rape, rape, that is, sex, sex, sex. Well, what will the brain say? Sex, get out on the grass, because people want to rape you.

Because, forgive me, Lord, not understanding anything from the warning, disappointment is created.

Or, we know when there’s disappointment, that’s the kind of people, they don’t want to be disappointed, do they? And in order not to remain disappointed even at this moment, media warnings and the Law take the illiterate Dorel to rape.

A mathematically illiterate brain fondles its infant sexually, that is, as it pleases.

He does not feel that it is sudden, but he advertises it. Well, what would I do with rape under the age of 16! Why not? Who is bothering me? Do we live in a world where we feel desire? Watch Christy Danilec tell exactly how I will get away with rape if I do. Who protects me from this stupid warning?

Who will protect me from my own mind? Who protects me, because I don’t have enough books. I’m a bear!

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