Welcome to the epitome of the loser routine: work, home, stroke, pay, sleep. Rinse and repeat, day after day, and surprisingly, you couldn’t be happier. You find solace in the familiar rhythm of stroking while chanting “all day losers pay” on loop. It’s a fulfilling sensation, being of use, contributing to the pleasure of hot women. In fact, it’s the one thing you excel at.
So, whip out that wallet and send $50. And then do it again. And again. Keep going until your card finally declines. With each stroke, you delve deeper into debt, all for the sake of My tiny, shiny bikini. It’s exhilarating to watch your bank account dwindle as you sink further into financial oblivion, all in service of Me. Blank and broke, but blissfully so, all for the satisfaction of pleasing your Goddess.
