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Does anyone know if this is Warner Robins Georgia or Orangeburg SC?  It's from the height of the cyberattack and AI programs and identity thefts.  Just curious.   Since I am still going through whatever they did, I should know who all got involved.  Divorce and custody.  That must've cost a pretty penny.  Which one was on the home network and DirecTV and Facebook?  Just saying....what about Social Circle and the pipeline?  Or Flint River and Scott Pruitt attack for mixing up Pruitt Health, Harold Pruitt, Leola Pruitt and the little dog Pasha? A small black terrier way too overweight. Horrible things done for years.  Please tell.   Please tell.  It's not even about revenge.  It's about personal closure and accountability for hurting me.  Somebody needs to take it and own it because they did it.

Wife beaters and womanizers.  Nasty and cruel people.  Womack and the Scott's deal with the County Commissioner office.  All those nasty nasty things you mixed up.   Jamie Hartman, Jamie there, Jamie from Facebook.  Jackie.  Kevin.  Tamara.  McKenzie.  Tiffany.  Brianna.  Lisa.  Theresa.  Keith.  Brandy. Angela. Jason.  Cheryl.  Michelle.  Rachel.  Kim. Tony.  Should I elaborate more?  He mixed the Brandy here and the Brandy in South Carolina.  Dispatch.  And I worked with the other Brandy at Bunky's.  Idiots.  Don't you know that it was police officers that attacked me to begin with?  Lexington South Carolina and Peach County Georgia PD, Sheriff Metts, Wilbanks,, Spivey, Dunst Halpin, Smith, Cochran, then the Kathy and the Jeff in Macon Bibb PD.  I was sitting there and I was joking around because I thought they were being funny at first and I told him I was going to sting them with my honey.  They called me a "B".  Then somebody trying to claim it was a joke and it was no joke.  That's how they got extortion spreading everywhere.  I'm sitting there on the phone with my oldest daughter and she was asking about pet names and we were talking about her Dad and I called each other our honey.  Jeff Smith of Lexington South Carolina PD and narcotics.  Racketeering indictments and drugs.  

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