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I’m a shy person and end up rambling on in person and don’t drink alcohol whatsoever and don’t have a single true trustworthy friend that I hangout with since I’m middle aged and don’t like drunk married dudes like I used to be forced to do activities with when I was still unhappily married. Church was big in my weekly life being in church ten plus times a week and a deacon but recently realized most members were two faced jerkoffs. I’m a homeowner with house paid off and been happily divorced and single by choice about six whole years now and getting divorced was one of the best things I ever have done and my ex is literally worth a million plus but changed almost entirely few years into marriage and she became pedestrian like regarding her sexual activity in the lame vanilla last five plus years and when I finally wised up and started completely over again I felt so damn alive and began almost exactly six total years when November 25th hits the calendar with clothes on my body that day and my 2008 Hyundai elentra. Never cared or got anything else other than my freedom and grinding my way back to where I’m standing proudly after selling Hyundai within two weeks of freedom and buying my house and I don’t work or live by lame ignorant society norms. Lastly I wrote a novel just now the clock on my wall reads 4:53am Sunday morning first weekend of November I’m doing lines of cocaine and I smoke blunts daily but don’t publicly brag about it don’t have nine to five and believe a 401k is Disney perfect ending and waiting for sixty years old to enjoy my savings after working some sad ass job and dying before enjoying hard earned money and being old out of shape. I got mattress money after starting completely over and I just paid off my moderate house without working for some boss who has a fupa and has scheduled sex that is meaningless. Cliff notes ladies you can choose some meat head gym membership stalker who takes steroids and has a tiny shriveled up shaft or a one of a kind realist as real can be defined and enjoy your every single morning through the time your head hits your pillow in my nothing to brag about home and you can go bar hopping thinking your Romeo is at the local watering hole and miss your shot at the talk of the town in every damn town I venture to on my crazy train trips i been taking alone since bachelor living but oh girls I get gushy gushy on every train trip numbering eight of eight since Labor Day nineteen before Covid and the pussy world took over. I’m doing a line as I see I wrote New York Times best seller. Come get tongue game of the best and spoiling girls is fun and seven thick long veiny inches raw flesh on flesh
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