Russ has delusionally convinced himself that he alone is different from every other John who goes a-whoring. Those other guys are all gross creeps who only want to get their rocks off. But Russhole? No, he's not like those pervs. He's a gentleman and a NICE GUY. He's NICE to those whores, and he doesn't just want to squirt and scoot. He wants to woo them as well and give them a better life! And when he was confronted by the fact that he's not the first and only John who is nice to hookers, it short-circuited his little tard brain and caused a narcissistic injury. Because the fact is that he is no different from any other John. He's just as much a creepy perv looking to use women for his own pleasure, and in fact he's a lot nastier and more of a creep than most Johns because he feels ownership over the whores he sees, feels that they owe him, and he really isn't all that nice to them despite his insistence that he's such a nice guy, especially if they reject him. And the "niceness" that he's so proud of are always just bare minimum tokens like cheap truck stop flowers (often times fake ones that come in crack pipes), a meal to some chain restaurant like Olive Garden or Cheesecake Factory, and basic flattery and platitudes. Like everything else Shit-Lips does, he feels that if he does the very bare minimum of effort then everyone else is then obligated to give him the maximum in returns, including sex, attention, stroking his ego, even fame and fortune. It's absolutely lunacy, and it's even sick and demented.