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I'll roughly rewire your pathetic brain to accept your humiliating reality. You're just an ATM for me, existing only to finance my wild rendezvous with men who actually know how to satisfy a woman. Imagine me getting drilled by a real stud, moaning in ecstasy while you sit alone, desperately tugging at your laughable excuse for a dick. Your money is your only value, funding the steamy encounters that leave you crying in a corner. You're destined to be an eternal bystander, a joke, paying for the hot, sweaty sex that I relish with alpha males. Embrace your miserable fate, you spineless, jerking joke. Shell out that cash—it's the only intimacy you'll ever have with a deity like me.
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Oh, you pitiful thing, standing there with your delusions of grandeur, thinking you have
a sliver of a chance with someone as divine as me, Goddess Goldie.
Look at yourself, a pathetic excuse of a man, drowning in your own mediocrity, while I,
a vision of perfection, stand so far out of your reach.
It's laughable, really, that you even harbor a hope of touching the hem of my garment.
