I laugh at you. When you were younger you never looked at me. I was invisible to you. You were busy chasing Chad. All I ever heard from you was, "You'll find someone," and "Eww, get away creep." Now you're single, overweight, and have several kids from as many dads. All of a sudden I'm on your radar. You want me to help you out. You think your worn out vagina is high value. Why would I want to pay such a high price for a used car? (The used car is you dear middle aged woman) Chad got all he wanted from you during your prime, now you've raised your price like no one would notice. Sorry but I'm MGTOW. I've finally realized the game. More importantly I've realized my value and have realized the value of my autonomy. You, your worn out vagina and psychological baggage, are worthless.

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So I'll just keep going. You can try using all of your manipulation tactics and lies. They won't work on me. Neither will your shaming tactics. I'm a pig, creep, d-bag, whatever. I also do whatever I want to do and that burns you up. Don't let me know what happens next for you. I'll be watching the game.

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