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Ok, una más.
This is how the play ends

Don’t get in, don’t huy girls, don’t help, don’t do anything with me.
When you get in, you do a buy you always get humiliated by either an obese rich man, a transexual lizard or a betoid who can’t even geta director to make his false autobiography.
I do not owe you sex
I do not owe you help
I do not owe you shit
You are not a fucking feminist, you literal taliban.
Fuck off, draw the line, I don’t want to see cops smiling at me, or cops or anything. You’re not a fucking savior, you’re a career ender at best.

Now, today. After a month of training the protection, plus all the work magic, all the karma and the brutal runs I could have you gen’ly karma’ed. In 2 months killed, In 6 months have your show ended a little bit.

Draw the line, you can’t even get married and you want to “fix” someone who has already fixed your manlet beta ass incel fucking attitude a million times.

Everytime I am attacked or stalked, you pay for it so I can have more return than stolen.

I will be the very best without you and all my own prophecies are coming to life.

You get mad? Not my fucking problem. I don’t have to be respectful for weak little men.

Same with all the rest, difference is the lucifer regime pays for everyone.

And to fatboy slim, i bet my life that your fat fuck loser ass will be acting all loosey goosey during the coming days, this is not a collab this is a venue invasion colonization humiliation, you’re a fucking joke and you got literally no one by your side, i warned you

Am I always right or not

And yes, always a giant. So what? You’re just jealous


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