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To every pathetic, worthless, broke-dick loser and gooner that I could give a fuck less about; this is an IGNORE LINE:

…because the lot of you men are fucking retarded, self-entitled clowns who assume that just because you’re coming out of pocket, that I should acknowledge you. And, no – fuck that – fuck you, pay me.

I’m not here to entertain your conversations.
Or answer your questions.
And I’m not a vacant ear for your deplorable venting.

Upon calling me:
I could be home.
Driving around blasting music.
I could be sleeping.
Getting fucked.
Gossiping with friends.
Watching Chinese Palace Dramas.
Gaming after a smoke session.
Running errands.
Getting my nails done.

But none of that really matters.
You’re being IGNORED.

Upon answering – you’re being IGNORED.
Emasculated. Humiliated. Mocked. Cursed. Cucked. Drained.
But mainly and most importantly: IGNORED.

Enjoy being a fly upon my wall.