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all the expensive clothes, classy dining, manners, flash cars etc
these things all exist to impress women.
if women didnt exist, id be an obese, chainsmoking motherfucker, walking around in fucking trackpants swearing like a cunt, sitting, pissing and jerking off in public, driving an '84 rusty shitbox, and eating pizza for all 3 meals of the day.
my entire life is a facade to make women think that i'm the type of guy that'll make them feel satisfied with their lives.
am i fucked?
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