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I appreciate you validating my point. You are correct... there is another kind of love. There is the love of unearned money, which is not the "I care for you" kind you discounted in your comment. It's the fake kind that lazy, parasitic whores practice when they grow weary of their alarm clocks. It doesn't make me sad, it makes you a bum.
I'm not sure how I came off as a whiny crybaby. After having sex with 165 women, I don't feel there's anything to whine about. I just don't sit quietly when somebody, man or woman, tries to publicly justify their lies and abhorrent treatment of others to desperately attempt to shed the titlle of sociopath.
Do what you want with your soul. If you want to be a wrinkled shell of a woman driving a free Mercedes Maybach, it's your right. In fact, if you hurry up before the decay sets in any further, I'll let you have your turn at fellating me. But you'll have to keep your ignorant mouth shut when my dick isn't in it and you are only getting a glass of tap water to wash down my load and a stale slice of pizza for your efforts. Sorry, I don't overpay. Oh, and please don't let my neighbors see you as you walk home. They are used to seeing younger and much better looking women taking the walk of shame.
Do yourself a favor and at least try to stick to the topic if you insist on adding your two cents (sorry, your last victim's two cents). Otherwise, you just come across like a bitter old bitch. I'll let you get back to scavenging now. Don't forget to insert your fake tits. They are your only saving grace.
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