Sexual Debt - Pussy-Free Tax
Listen up, you pathetic unfuckable paypig - I'm not just calling you out on your loser life; I'm making you pay for it every single day. From now on, you're slapped with a Pussy-Free Tax for every miserable 24 hours you spend without a girlfriend or getting laid. That's right, piggie... Wake up alone? That's a fine! Jerk off to porn instead of real pussy? Double the fee! You're so fucking ugly, boring, and wimpy that no girl would touch you with a ten-foot pole, so I'm turning your sexless existence into my cash cow. Every rejection, every night spent humping your pillow, it's all taxable now. You'll owe me for each day you're cock-blocked by your own pathetic self, and that tax is going straight to hot girls like me who wouldn't spit on you even if you were on fire. So start counting, loser. Your bank account's about to haemorrhage for being such a pussy-free failure.<br><br>Let's break down your new reality, you worthless paypig- your Pussy-Free Tax starts at $50 a day for being single and untouched, but it racks up fast if you're still jerking to fantasies instead of getting any real action. And to make damn sure you don't stand a chance of getting laid, I'm locking that sad little cock of yours in a tight chastity cage. Uh-huh - that's my devious plan, piggie. Strapping on that metal prison to keep you frustrated and desperate while the fines pile on. Missed a hookup? Add another $100. Got rejected by some basic bitch? That's a premium charge because you're so revoltingly unfuckable even little-miss-boring doesn't wanna fuck you. I'm talking about draining your accounts for every failed date and every blue-balled night alone, until you're begging on the streets just to fund my luxury life. And it's not just me, piggie - I'll share the spoils with all my hot girlfriends too. Your ugliness is gonna be the gift that just keeps on giving!<br><br>You'll be drowning in Pussy-Free Taxes, you snivelling loser, with no end in sight until you miraculously bag a girl - which, let's face it, will never fucking happen. Every dawn without a warm body next to you means more cash flowing to me and my circle of popular-brats, funding our wild nights with real men while you're left high and dry. Imagine the tally: hundreds in fines for your ugly face, thousands for your wimpy vibe, all because you're too much of a fuck-up to get laid. I'll have you filling out daily tax returns, detailing your failures like a pathetic confession, and if you miss one payment, the fines double... no... TREBLE! You're not just unfuckable; you're a lifelong cash dispenser, funding my perfect life while yours rots in celibacy. So you'd better keep spunking that money my way, piggie because it's the only spunking you'll ever be doing! Literally!
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