Again, for emphasis, my mother was Ms Saigon, an anonymous prostitute, whom my real dad, Paul Chamberlin brought to Saigon, before the war really got bad, the men in the Giant at the corner of Minneville and Dale blvd recognized my mother from Viet Nam, why Thuy Le wanted to take me there, showing up at 4732 kirkdale dr, 22193, without me telling her where we lived, i asked her repeatedly how she knew where i lived, she never answered, the Pakistani man across the street, who always seemed stern, across Kirkdale Drive, spies..

for emphasis, repost, the black, Haitian man, New york ave, ne, witchcraft, voodoo, as well as the missisissipi/michigan n___r as he calls himself, Richard, whom had been following me around Prince William county 30 years ago, even went to Paul Chamberlin's house to meet him and his Korean wife, the Haitian man in 14 dorm, said, i don't want that shit, i had bought pupusas from Ana's wholesale tamales next door and was offering them to people..

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same as Asians, Bac told me his mother told him that this is a "white man's world"  Thuy Le's mother, my 1st girl friend, whom i met in high school, latin class and ap government together, her mother did witch craft on us, even telling Thuy to put things in the 4732 kirkdale dr house, also the black, Haitian man in 14 dorm, whom i offered Salvadorean pupusas to, was doing witch craft on me, i NEVER gave them permission to do all that, they NEVER even asked me anything, there was NO deal ever, they NEVER said anything to me about an investigation, EVER, all they said was "even illegal things"  Nashville, Tennessee, room at the inn, next to the homeless shelter in 2013, they are not forthright nor direct, not honest nor anything, why should they EVER ask?  They would rather play victim and stupid prostitutes, b/c they think it is cool like Curtis, Pam's boyfriend, taking computer classes at CLC in Alexandria, Virginia, yet whining on that he doesn't like math, pathetic, how can you learn computers if you do not know or like math? yelling at me to get out of his seat.....oh yeah, u are innocent, dainty little things. always the victim, it is so ridiculous it becomes funny...