You’ve been here before, and I know you’ll be back. There’s this lingering hope in you that one day you’ll lead a normal life and become a real man. Let me dispel that notion once and for all. It’s never going to happen. You’re fixated on my beauty, unable to resist worshiping hot women—it’s ingrained in you. You’re too weak to ever attain true manhood; it’s simply not in the cards. You can keep returning to me, and I’ll keep taking your money, but nothing will change. But honestly, I don’t think you mind. You seem to revel in hearing me remind you of your loser status while admiring my beauty.
