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Model Cassandra Bankson Discovers She Has 2 Vaginas
Like most women, Cassandra Bankson has two eyes, two ears, two arms and two legs. Bankson, 22, also has two vaginas, two wombs and two cervixes, a fact she discovered last year when she went to see a doctor about nagging back pain.
"When we got the test results back the doctor said I only had one kidney and flippantly added that I have two vaginas - as she suspected", Bankson told Barcroft TV. "There is one vaginal opening but inside there are two vaginas, two uteri, two cervixes and two fallopian tubes."
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Model Cassandra Bankson Discovers She Has 2 Vaginas
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Re: Model Cassandra Bankson Discovers She Has 2 Vaginas
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where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery.My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink, he would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark.Some times he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy, the sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds, pretty standard really.At the age of 12 I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen, a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles.There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum, it's breathtaking, I suggest you try it.
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