So we know the drill. Our cam hooker nemesis said this earlier:
I think I’ve just about reached the end of my life. I don’t think anything else interesting (at least from my perspective) will ever happen in my life again & I don’t think there’s anything else I can do to improve the world. I’m at peace.
So we post a blog on it and this is what will happen:
- She will read this
- She will deny that she is suicidal
- She will post pictures of herself looking as happy as a pig in shit
- She will sign off for 2 days and go on a meth and alcohol fueled sex binge on some corner somewhere in South Florida
We have been through this before. It just never ends. We have said it and will keep saying it. She is in our 2032 death pool. That is a long time from now. She is going nowhere soon. She will succumb to a stroke or heart attack one fateful day but before that happens, she will spread more misery and lies about porn peeps that are simply trying to make a living and not bothering her. Typical lifeless incel.