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SuicideFuel BlackCel pays White JB to hold her hand. He gets wristmogged. She washes her hands for 5 minutes afterwards...
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That's heartbreaking
depressing
That level of hatred is how women feel about YOU, too.
tfw prostitution to you is paying to hold hands with a girl, not even sex.
[It's Over]
Fucking dumbass cuck
What are you tryna say?
So an unattractive man paid to hold a young woman's hand, took a photo of it and uploaded it to a forum for the sake of a discussion. An unusual scenario but one I'm willing to entertain the possibility of actually having taken place if only because, as an old man, I've lived long enough to have seen far stranger things before and, assuming I live long enough to see another summer, I'll probably witness them again.
So whatever the circumstances leading up to this photo may have been aren't really of an great interest, nor is the act commemorated by it. What's truly valuable about this weird little slice of life is what happened afterward. Having endured clasping an ugly man's hands for a minute, or perhaps no more than a couple of seconds, our heroine felt compelled to spend five minutes washing her hands. Quite a long time, considering that I doubt she spends as much time in her ablutions after relieving herself and wiping her ass. Which is understandable, I suppose. A couple of seconds of scrubbing with water and soap can wash away any trace of piss or shit. The mark left by contact with ugliness, on the other hand, penetrates deeper than the skin. This woman's five minutes of scrubbing wasn't something so banal as washing the skin; it closer to a baptism intended to cleanse her soul.
After all, ugliness is true original sin, with our recognition of its distinction from beauty humanity's true initiation into the knowledge of Good and Evil. Even if every tablet etched by every prophet was smashed, even if each law penned by humanity was revoked and the paper it was written upon set afire, we would still recognize beauty and despise whatever fell short of it. By smashing the ladders leading to dreamy Heaven and sealing the gates to the tunnels spiraling down into the pits of nightmarish Hell, all we've accomplished was inviting dispossessed Paradise and Perdition back to their original home: the world of men. We murdered the spirit but found ourselves incapable of killing the soul and so the latter, with no ethereal world remaining for it to occupy, had no choice but to become flesh once again. Deprived of Heaven, mankind's dreams of beauty had to find some other place to live. Fortunately enough for those blessed by Nature with loveliness, they became the incarnations of the divine on Earth. Quite unfortunately for those cursed by our dear Mother with deformity, the repulsive became monsters and devils in a world populated by sophisticates who claimed to no longer believe in such silly boogeymen but still couldn't help but shudder at the thought of them in the dead of Night.
Though often regarded as the very oldest profession, prostitution has always been and will always be considered the most loathsome. Our young lady who did nothing more than clasp fingers with an ugly man for a price may not have realized that before striking her deal, but she certainly did so afterward. She had to cleanse her flesh and, far more importantly, her soul. Because the prostitute is, at her very core, a foul thing. She is worse than either thief and murderer could ever hope to be because the whore embraces the things that were never meant to be touched, she sells echoes of the secrets reserved for men to the monsters never intended to hear them. Now, the prostitute doesn't love the ugly man, of course, but allowing a thing meant to live and die in the darkness to see so much as a shadow, a hint that light exists in the first place, is a crime against the Eternal Law that the Christians, for all of their occasional acts of duplicity, are honest enough to confess Nature has inscribed upon every man and woman's heart. The whore will always be the Prometheus damned to torment by the Most High, the worst of blasphemers. It was just as impossible for the Titan to hand mortals the lightning meant for the gods as it is for some whore to provide the experience of being desired to the fundamentally undesirable. In lieu of the thunderbolt, Prometheus gave men a measly spark, instead of love a whore gives monsters nothing more than a reluctant touch.
But the gods don't want to surrender even a hint of their radiance to men and the beautiful find it abhorrent to allow the repulsive to experience even the most grotesque parody of their joy because, lawless though they like to both portray and pretend themselves to be, the Law of Nature is tattooed upon their hearts.
No Heaven above and no Hell below. God is dead and all things are allowed. Nice thought, I suppose, until an unlovable man finds his lot painful and utilizes his newfound liberty to scream. Then morality and all of the spiritual geography necessitated by it returns, if only just long enough to send the Devil and his legion of monsters back to their proper place buried so deep beneath the Earth that no one will ever hear their cries.
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Worrying about wrists is a jupiter-sized mega cope incels have to try and divert the attention away from their real flaws like their subhuman faces and manletism.
Wrists have nothing to do with your inceldom; FACE FRAME HEIGHT, end of discussion
Wrists have nothing to do with your inceldom; FACE FRAME HEIGHT, end of discussion
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Bravo tbh.
What a fucking cuck
Fuark
Fuark, I'd cum buckets in that ngl.
My hand is the same exact shape, that must be a really huge jb
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