My millions of dollars and hundreds of bitches no longer make me happy, what do I do?

Daddy's Angry Juice

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You know I always try to keep it real for you playas out there, but I'm just feeling down. Like even with my mansions and my 7 Ferraris (is the plural Ferraris or just Ferrari, like moose?) I can't help but feel very down, like the kinda down that coke just can't pickup anymore. Like there's a Rolex missing, but it's missing in my heart, ya feel me? I feel like I need to buy something but I just don't know what, can any of you guys help me?
 
Yes, buy this! And another one for me! <3
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It's probably the bitches tbh.

You can try buying me an Airstream though. Or a Honda Valkyrie. Or a sunburst PJ bass with a tortoiseshell pickguard.
 
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It's probably the bitches tbh.

You can try buying me an Airstream though. Or a Honda Valkyrie. Or a sunburst PJ bass with a tortoiseshell pickguard.
I remember the fun times we had in the airstream, pretending we were white trash, what happened, was it that I bought a Bentley without the automatic champagne refilling features, if I could do it all again, I would, I would get all of the features if it meant I could have you in the crib, boo.
 
Use your wealth to manipulate society so that everyone else has less money and fewer bitches.
But what's the use of having all of this money, several mansions, a yacht, a harem of bitches, an in-home McDonald's with a playplace, a robo dog that dispenses beer and high shelf liquor, an army of Mexican mercenaries, if I have no one to share it with?
 
But what's the use of having all of this money, several mansions, a yacht, a harem of bitches, an in-home McDonald's with a playplace, a robo dog that dispenses beer and high shelf liquor, an army of Mexican mercenaries, if I have no one to share it with?
The hollow victory of knowing that you have these things and others do not.
 
Solution
I have no advice, but certainly do not burden me with your accursed filthy lucre, hedonistic wenches, and unsightly vehicular collection.

...I feel somewhat guilty for writing this to a suffering soul. I suppose I could perhaps share the load, but only a small portion. One vehicle, wench, and a million dollars is the most I can do, I'm afraid. Only temporarily too, I'll have to return it all to you at some point. I'm only one man, after all.
 
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