There was a surfer guy in my city called Petit (in the 80s). He was a full on slayer in those days. There is even stories about how he would chill out at the beach with his harem of girls. Im not joking.
They even made a song about him, sang by baby consuelo and written by Caetano Veloso (two really famous artists in Brazil and Rio).
Here's the song:
View: https://youtu.be/cS5L_-Z_Bnc?si=2RUqz8BPiQUx6kID
And here's a picture of him:
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Then he got into a motorcycle accident. He went into a coma, and when he woke up, he was fully paralysed from one entire side of his body.
Imagine what happened?! *BING BING BING* suddenly, without any due notice or apparent reason, the girls simply stopped teasing and talking to him on the street.
He tried to get back to normal. He really did. He swam in an olympic pool almost everyday (ofc, with obvious limitations) but it didnt amount to much. Dude couldnt even speak properly.
Then he did it. He killed himself with his jiu jitsu belt in his home.
I still think about this story once in a while, and it keeps me pretty blackpilled, for real.
My entire city is (for normie terms) actually one of the most blackpilled places on earth.
If you dont score girls, and you arent a coping smuck, you KNOW its bcs of your looks (down here at least).