midface crisis
Im a hagmaxxer and i submit to wrinkly pussy daily
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I’ve been thinking about the ultimate inhibition-deletion protocol. Move to Skid Row and live in a tent.
This is not a cope. This is high-IQ transcendence.
You will be surrounded 24/7 by the lowest-inhibition organisms on the planet such as crackheads, metheads/fent folders. These people do not give a single fuck about social calibration. They will talk to you. They will yell at you. They will try to stab you with needles when they want a show from you. You will have no choice but to develop NT social skills or die. There is no escape.
Unfortunately they look like this.
You will host barbecues under the freeway overpass with your new neighbors. You will laugh together while watching someone OD in real time. Shared trauma + constant low-stakes interaction = forced NT development. This is better than any Hamza video that try to fool you into the redpill.
Pussy situation: don’t expect Stacies. Expect college dropouts who ran out of Adderall money and all the way to hags. Jessie Pinkman kept going back to Wendy for a reason. Volume over quality. Quantity is quality in itself when your baseline is zero.
You all will start circlejerk eachother in the replies saying this is a bad idea. Try it out before hating.
Now the serious part:
If I fully commit to this path and somehow become unable to extract myself from the mess, I expect gifts in the form of money. CashApp / crypto / whatever. Survival funds only.
Alternatively, if any of you have actual goods (you know the kind), I can show you exactly where to park the semi truck. You’ll have to cover the parking fee yourself though. I’m not running a free lot.
This is not a cope. This is high-IQ transcendence.
You will be surrounded 24/7 by the lowest-inhibition organisms on the planet such as crackheads, metheads/fent folders. These people do not give a single fuck about social calibration. They will talk to you. They will yell at you. They will try to stab you with needles when they want a show from you. You will have no choice but to develop NT social skills or die. There is no escape.
Unfortunately they look like this.
You will host barbecues under the freeway overpass with your new neighbors. You will laugh together while watching someone OD in real time. Shared trauma + constant low-stakes interaction = forced NT development. This is better than any Hamza video that try to fool you into the redpill.
Pussy situation: don’t expect Stacies. Expect college dropouts who ran out of Adderall money and all the way to hags. Jessie Pinkman kept going back to Wendy for a reason. Volume over quality. Quantity is quality in itself when your baseline is zero.
You all will start circlejerk eachother in the replies saying this is a bad idea. Try it out before hating.
Now the serious part:
If I fully commit to this path and somehow become unable to extract myself from the mess, I expect gifts in the form of money. CashApp / crypto / whatever. Survival funds only.
Alternatively, if any of you have actual goods (you know the kind), I can show you exactly where to park the semi truck. You’ll have to cover the parking fee yourself though. I’m not running a free lot.
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