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A snaggle toothed whore enters the unfurnished one-bedroom apartment. RGB dances across her pock marked face as the smell of expired glue-meat wafts through the stale air.

"So I'm technically rich, I've got tens of thousands invested in Nvidia because I'm not an r-slured foid. I'm just a fricking Jew when it comes to...

As Pizzashill spends the next fifteen minutes cope-splaining his meager accomodations, the whore begins to wonder if she, perhaps, has a kinship with this fellow castoff of God's grace. Not a moment later, a tearful profession of love and self-pity relinquishes any semblence of empathy which she had previously felt. Much like the boiled steak hanging in the air; her feelings blend in and dissipate amongst the depressing rainbow-lit environ her sad life has led her.