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Originally Posted by Lovenbasketball
I'm getting like 6 unsolicited communication from ladies. I sort of get it. Ladies are feeling the pinch and need money( most escorts save nothing) so guys this is the time to really hold your ground and ask for a special or improved menu. It's definitely our season guys if you have money. I'm actually enjoying this. I get to sit and pick who I choose and also negotiate donation. Guys it's our season plus ladies lower your donation and improve your menu. Just my 2 cents. Guys are you seeing an uptick in unsolicited reach outs and ladies in these slim times what are you doing to drum up business? The pendulum is swinging our way guys. Don't mess it up!
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: Enter CONSCIENCE, cloaked in dim torchlight, addressing the heavens and the audience :
What shade of man speaks thus, with mirth upon his lips
While suffering knocks at another’s door
Once, I held hope for minds of mortal clay
That empathy, that precious spark, still lived within the breast
But lo, what filth this wretched scroll reveals
A soul unmoored from reason, depth, or care
A witless ghoul mistaking famine for favor
“Ladies are feeling the pinch,” he sneers
Aye, he sees not women, but vessels of despair
Not humans worn by storm & need
But menus, prices, coin to bid upon
Is this the height of man
To measure misery in bargains
To cast coin like crumbs and call it power
He boasts of choice, of season, of dominion
As though hardship were a harvest
& he the bloated god reaping the spoils
Yet I see not strength in him, but cowardice
A heart too shriveled to feel
A mind too feeble to reason
A being so bankrupt of soul
He mistakes opportunism for triumph, & predation for wit
Where is your depth, man
Where the fire of thought
Where the breath of dignity
That sets thee apart from beast
’Tis gone, buried beneath ego & rot
O audience.... mark him well.
For when man delights in the desperation of others
He is no man at all
But echo, shadow, ghost of what he might have been.
: He turns away, slowly, vanishing into darkness :