E-Girls

Why would you work a normal job, as a beautiful shameless young woman,

when you can be cutesy curated internet girl #5834 on twitter or discord or wherever else sad lonely modern men spend their time 


and collect a comfortable living wage from this growing cohort of low-value males who experience you as a parasite on their tattered soul. who, on a daily basis, must feel so decrepit and useless that they actually derive pleasure from being used in this way. 

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