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@ralfmaximus

I saw a fucking bonkers real estate listing once where the shower in the master bathroom was at the top of a flight of stairs and had a window that overlooked the living room. That was so haunting and so surreal, Imagine the orgies occurring in that place in the 1970s. Cuck shower panopticon? Cleaning that place would have been hell on earth.

Get you a girlfriend who will hold popcorn in front of your face while you play video games and whisper “Like a horse” as you delicately nibble it off their open palm.

am i allowed to say kill all trillionaires or is that too specific of a threat

Same, Jack. Same

“Can you pay?” I asked. Of course she could. Her shoes were worth more than my rent. She could pay. “I can pay,” she said. Her eyes were wet. I wondered if anything else was wet. Probably not. I am not handsome. Not since the war. She was looking at my scar. Lots of people do. Most look away. Not her. She did not look away. She looked at my scar and I looked at her legs. There were two of them. I liked that about her. I liked that a whole lot. “Will there be danger?” I asked. There always is. This city bleeds danger, then drinks it right back up again.

“character who gained weight to show how they are healthy now” trope my beloved

Tasteful Sideball

He’s giving Ryan Gosling portraying Fred Jones hustling his ass after the whole mystery-solving gig fizzles out

Delivered in discreet packaging my ass.

hey whats with that sign