Divergent_Integral
Spastic ricecel, heightmogged by 99.74% of men
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- Jul 3, 2020
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Sure, if I'd wake up tomorrow with a billion euros in my bank account, I'd be pleased. At first.
As for my inceldom, the easiest thing to do in such a scenario would be to buy a 10/10 Stacy escort to suck my dick 24/7. But although that would be nice, it'd just be piain old escortmaxxing at the end of the day; not legit ascension. I might even find a foid who would accept my diamond ring and my lavish betabux . But who says she wouldn't divorce me at the first opportunity? Even with the most stringent prenup in place, she'd walk away with a couple of million guaranteed.
Surgerymax? Yes, but only to an extent. Even the most talented surgeons can only do so much if the underlying bone structure is suboptimal. Even the dreaded leg-lengthening procedure would add at most a couple of inches to my diminutive 5'3" frame. I'd still be way below the mark.
The truth is even a billion euros couldn't wipe out my disability and otherwise poor genetics. Nor my autism and its associated lack of refined social skills.
At most, it would buy me a comfortable life on my own. I'd hire a butler and a cook to do all the onerous daily chores for me. Perhaps I'd even set up a private physics lab and try to become the next Nikola Tesla. But I'd still be without a wife. Money is nice, but it can't accomplish everything.
As for my inceldom, the easiest thing to do in such a scenario would be to buy a 10/10 Stacy escort to suck my dick 24/7. But although that would be nice, it'd just be piain old escortmaxxing at the end of the day; not legit ascension. I might even find a foid who would accept my diamond ring and my lavish betabux . But who says she wouldn't divorce me at the first opportunity? Even with the most stringent prenup in place, she'd walk away with a couple of million guaranteed.
Surgerymax? Yes, but only to an extent. Even the most talented surgeons can only do so much if the underlying bone structure is suboptimal. Even the dreaded leg-lengthening procedure would add at most a couple of inches to my diminutive 5'3" frame. I'd still be way below the mark.
The truth is even a billion euros couldn't wipe out my disability and otherwise poor genetics. Nor my autism and its associated lack of refined social skills.
At most, it would buy me a comfortable life on my own. I'd hire a butler and a cook to do all the onerous daily chores for me. Perhaps I'd even set up a private physics lab and try to become the next Nikola Tesla. But I'd still be without a wife. Money is nice, but it can't accomplish everything.