People may know Calvin as Snoop, but you all do know Calvin at all. You all do not know me either. Calvin is undercover CIA against international terrorist organizations in the U.S.A. He is also a Gang Task Force Negotiator for L.A., from birth. He is also a Crypt member. Calvin, I have a task for you that is not an ask. I will explain my background a little before I tell you the task. I am an Interantional Gang Taskforce Negotiator, from birth. It was a U.S. Navy, seaman designation, at first. As with you, undercover assignments leave one in a position that, to have a body at the end of the day, one must join the crew. With you, you wanted a crew. With me I wanted a FACE, actually. You know not the cruelty of my family, Oahu, and the U.S. military at my birth, in 1970. When I was put out some nights on the street as even a baby, I would just walk in a directed way. I talked on the first day, and walked on the third day. Chinese noticed it quick and would watch what I did say. They listened to the telepathy and knew a high-ranking military member was prostituting me. It was my known father. I would rather be cold and hungry than to be molested, beaten, and degraded every single night. Because I kept moving, the Chinese kept people at bay, except Polynesians that forced me to "play" one night. I taught them to "whop" and they then stayed away. They are actually heinously arrogant, poor with money, and always wasted on something. I just got them into alcohol for the first time so that they could not earn a dime on me. The Chinese opened a restaurant downtown that they played illegal mahjong. It was international gambling, not sex trade. It was Tryad. I am Jennifer, heiress of Tryad as they reported in a MacGyver episode one day. My family would take me there for Chinese, and the first time there, at 6 months old, I intuitively learned to use chopsticks. I also used my engineering skills to design the chopsticks use method with a rubber band for my brother. He was 2. I ate impeccably the first time. One night I was put out, and I was taken in by them. As you know, gang initiation is either sex or violence. I have experienced some that were both. It may sound strange, but at age 9 months they inducted me with a cruel method of rape/ torture that is six men tunneled through one man for 5 minutes. It is done on men to men, toe to anus. With me it was toe to vagina (Sorry about the sexually explicit nature of this. I know it is disgusting.) The toe is highly infected and huge. It did actually really hurt, and the time seemed much longer. I healed the man completely by the end of the procedure. At the age of 16, I began having severe ingrown toenails, a nonfungal process, the Chinese man had fungus. My father did perform a very painful surgery on me at the time, without even Novocain, where he cut the edge of my big toenail on my left foot on the right side to the bone. Miraculously, I still have the nail today. Tryad was my first gang affiliation. I have no gang tattoos. When I was 15, I was inducted into The Disciples here in Minneapolis, MN. I was in the back of the car with my stepsister. The leader of The Disciples is 2 Live Crew. He was driving and in the passenger seat, simultaneously. He can be two people at the same time. All of Slipknot is one man. 2 was playing me his new track. It was souped up with the intro of, "Hey all you mother f**kers, as**le f**kers, or just plain old f**kers." I loved it, and so I believe he kept it in. I was undercover for the Minneapolis Gang Task Force that had not yet been formed. The military knew it would be really dirty around me, thus they brought 2 in from L.A. to assist. He is a Crypt too. He is Minneapolis Police just like me. We were jumped that night, and his weapon locked, I grabbed it and shot 4 gang members of different gangs forming here. It stopped those gangs cold. I was then a Disciple. It was considered military service, not police work. When I was in Muncie, IN, I was introduced to the Willaims family from Chicago, IL, by Dick Cheney "imbue", Navy SEAL, DEA agent Michael D. Wilson. I was his JAG worker, thus he was DIRTY. He was from Chicago, IL, as well. I was taken to the Bloods clubhouse. It had no electricity or running water. The staircase up was from a U.S. Navy Battleship. I had walked those stairs before at Pearl. They wondered how I got up so easily. I was in a paramount amount of danger due to opposing pollical, academic, police, FBI, fraternity, and even sorority forces. I was unaffiliated with any of them, so The Bloods let me in. They only did pot, no crack like the whole rest of the town. I saw crack smoked for the first time there in Muncie, IN, before I met the Willaims family when Wilson smoked it in front of me one night. He said it was for pain, and that he got it from The Muncie Police, directly. The Bloods were a complicated crew, but I did what I had to do. The King of the Bloods was Daytron, the eldest brother. He ordered oral sex from me. The younger brother, John, chose oral sex, but then chose vaginal sex with a condom. Stan, the father, chose oral sex. It all happened within 24 hours. Stan was the head satanist of all gangs at the time, but not a blood member. Daytron and John had different mothers, but Stan was their biological father. One night, after that, Daytron raped me with the handle side of a hammer because Wilson locked me out. Wilson was "The Father of The Crypts" and not a Crypt member. At that point, I was the highest Blood that has ever existed. I am still the Queen of The Bloods, today. I represented Daytron in Muncie City Court on a murder charge and got him off on a technicality in a day. The case was dismissed. In Indianapolis, I came upon your cousins and your mother, Calvin. I defended their rights to be at Omalia's one night. I was just coming out from grocery shopping. A huge black male security guard, who they knew was an active serial killer on small black boys, was trying to say that they could not go in. He did not work there actually, but called the police. I was HOMICIDE, thus they did not respond. I journeyed with them a bit. Your mother lived down the street from me. Your cousin had been stalking me since Muncie. He had gift of prophecy and had made a beautiful big royal blue sweatshirt for me. I knew to not take him back to my place. He took me to the loading dock of The Indianapolis Star and forced me to give him oral sex at gunpoint. He then put his sweatshirt on me, and had Calvin, your mother had already called the police on me. You know that your cousin is my same age. I began walking home, and the police pulled up on me with my groceries. They splattered them all over the ground. One of the men pummeled me for no reason, and then through me into the bed of rocks right there by the old Downtown Indianapolis Library. It was vacant. That is where I had met Enrique, called Q, who was head of Homicide NYPD at the time, and he was Jennifer Lopez's sadomasochistic master. He later wrote poetry for me, about me, but we never were sexual. The police tried to process me illegally and The Line Deputy of Marion County released me after a very torturous night with some of the most heinous convicted murders and sex offenders on the planet. I was then a Crypt. I did allow shelter for 15 minutes to the head of The Gary Gangs, to let him smoke crack in my apartment. Like I said, I do not do drugs. It was a gig for the DEA. It was so that he could garner the rage at me to portal back to Gary, and disband their gangs there that day. I met The Head of The Hell's Angels one night after work at Smokey Bones. He had cleared the bar for me. He needed a good attorney, and he knew I was the best. We talked and instead he chose to ask me to marry him on the spot. He was a 72-year-old Midland, TX, billionaire. I said no, immediately, but knew to go with him to his "Love Shack" and gave him missionary sex. It was terrifying. I called him Skeletor after that. He liked it. He offered me $3000 for the sex and I said no. I walked home, by myself, unceremoniously. I was confused because he had hit me in the back of the head with a hammer. I have a really hard skull, just ask The Line Deputy. I have never been paid for sex. I then became the first and only Queen of The Hell's Angel's. I have had 2 initial rides on Harley's. All Harley's are actually delivered to bars. My first inaugural ride was with Boris Yeltsin in Muncie, IN from Cheeseburger in Paradise to and from his cabin in the woods. Sunny sent his top lieutenant, Ed (U.S. military explorer and FBI) to basically set me up at The Living Room. I did everything right, so I was set free, and he and I rode his new Harley home from The Living Room one night on its maiden voyage. Tongues certainly wagged over that one. That is why Ed did it. It became too hostile there to continue being a patron. I left of my own accord. Shelly is a lying, prostitute, madam, chienne. Once I came back to The Twin Cities, I began gang taskforce work with the two Somali gangs in town. It was mostly over by Riverside. One night I did end up with the top Somali General in a car and he forced me to have vaginal sex with him in a black Lexus to get home alive. He had just gotten back, via U.S. military transport, from Somalia. He forced me twice, but used two different condoms to set me up for later. There was a guard on the car door. I was then considered Somali General wife and I was official Somali gang leader of both crews. It ousted Ilyan Omar. I also did some work negotiating for two MS13 lieutenants at Hooters one day at The Mall of America. I was just there eating a burger and writing. They had the okay of Hooters chain owner, Reggie Wayne, to allow the waitress to be really rude. They were drinking copiously, but not intoxicated. They then invited me over to the table, and I obliged out of fear for my safety. I negotiated to continue the serving of beer to these patrons. Reggie would have actually killed me if I said no. I made sure that they were served, and then I left. They made sure that the Mall of America security beat the living s**t out of me for no reason. I knew not to fight because I did not want my computer harmed. I was undercover for the DEA against Progress Valley at the time, thus I did not drink at all. To Chung Moo Quan, Security at The MOA, and my family that owns the place, I say FOU TOI, CHIENNES!!!. I was then made head of MS13. Alex Rodrigez you are now through. You became part of the crew too late. You framed Alex Hernandez out of jealousy of his amazing military like economic abilities. He was my ex lover's (Jorge Hernandez, head of cocaine cartel, head of federali service with me, and international law attorney, from Bogota Colombia's) cousin. Bogota will handle you in town, very personally. So Calvin, I think I have earned this ask. Please, baby boo, help me with a SHREW. Her name is Mika from Morning Joe. She is a sneaka all over L.A. She is EMBASSY now, and is trying to start WWIII for fun with inflammatory speech and misinformation every weekday morning with her taupette husband. No government can touch her. Only Black Angel Warriors like you can touch her. Take the Crypts of all nation and cause her more than just alienation. Pull in the Bloods from Chicago to judge that CHIENNE. Have HANK from Chicago P.D. carry out the judgement order for punishment, immediately. Thanks, Calvin, you are a gem. Dr. Jennifer K. Mayer 112
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