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I am 42 in a great fit. form, wealthy and independent (to cook, wash and smooth better than any of you).
While you were struggling with “real boys” in your youth, who then dropped you (sleeping, sitting down, dying from an overdose, or simply working out of work), I, a slender boy, started my business and became a brutal wolf. There are many familiar, wonderful smart and beautiful women, but not seeking to get married. And to meet your physiological needs, I sometimes raise people like you, like sheep.
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I’m sorry for you, uncle.As was the “card-like thin boy”, so it remained.To a psychologist would go, what, instead of self-realizing at the expense of already not happy women.The complex of inferiority crossed with the mania of greatness... sad and disgusting.If, of course, this is not another hunt for the breeding of the already quiet gender mess.
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Clearly a thick troll. Why do you feed him?