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Oh, come now. He also cooks her dinner.Now as a familial pariah and an Internet-wide laughingstock, Chantal’s only source of positive attention and in-real-life affection is derived from a junkie with the teeth of a shattered piano and a body of a piece of beef jerky who may or may not beat her and may or may not have jammed a broomstick into her rectum whom she pays all of life’s expenses for next to nothing in return, other than the occasional compliment and guntslam.
If she buys the groceries.
And is willing to spend freely on some gourmet shit.
And takes it all over to his place.
And gets him some extra groceries for the week.
And she doesn't have any requests, but just eats what he wants.
And he keeps the leftovers.
He's very sweet and I'm jealous I don't have a man like that.
You are 100% correct.So, I am not sure I can be articulate enough here, but just imagine that this cow, in the back of her mind, has been thinking all along, "Well, if things get REALLY bad, I can always do OnlyFans and make a lot of money," but I don't have to because there are enough paying morons and adsense and whatnot. But adsense isn't paying and the morons are wising up, so now it's time.
That's all there is to it. She's gonna realize her ace-in-the-hole is more of a toad-in-the-hole and fall flat on her fat face.
Yay.



My popcorn budget is going to be huge the next few weeks. Maybe I should start an OnlyFans.
Oh wait, I forgot I already have a job. And dignity. And a future.
On the other hand, I've never been raped in the ass by a broomstick-wielding Egyptian meth head while high on coke and astronomical blood glucose, so how complete could my boring normie life really be?
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