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8/3/2025, 2:00:07 PM
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Talking to a woman IRL? It’s literally a humiliation ritual. No one actually does it unless they’ve got some kind of masochistic streak. You walk up to her, try to say something, and before you can even finish your sentence, she’s already got that disgusted look on her face like you just farted and shit your pants. She doesn’t even need to say anything—her silence screams, “Why are you wasting my time?” You’re just standing there, trying to string together some coherent thought, but it’s too late. You’ve already been categorized as the “creepy guy” in her head. She might even laugh at you, but in a way that makes you feel like you’ve just been slapped across the face. And you’re the joke. Always.
And then there’s Pan Piano. I don’t know what kind of magic she’s pulling off, but somehow, she gets everything without having to leave her room. She just wears a low-cut anime cosplay, plays some piano, and gets flooded with attention and money like she’s some kind of goddess. And don’t even get me started on her Instagram, where she shows off a life that the rest of us can only dream of. Meanwhile, I’m stuck here, barely scraping by, and the best I can hope for is being ignored in a crowd. Imagine trying to talk to her in real life? You’re not even a blip on her radar. She’s got a family, a house, and a bunch of simps throwing money at her just because she knows how to press a few piano keys while looking cute in a costume.
Talking to a woman IRL? It’s literally a humiliation ritual. No one actually does it unless they’ve got some kind of masochistic streak. You walk up to her, try to say something, and before you can even finish your sentence, she’s already got that disgusted look on her face like you just farted and shit your pants. She doesn’t even need to say anything—her silence screams, “Why are you wasting my time?” You’re just standing there, trying to string together some coherent thought, but it’s too late. You’ve already been categorized as the “creepy guy” in her head. She might even laugh at you, but in a way that makes you feel like you’ve just been slapped across the face. And you’re the joke. Always.
And then there’s Pan Piano. I don’t know what kind of magic she’s pulling off, but somehow, she gets everything without having to leave her room. She just wears a low-cut anime cosplay, plays some piano, and gets flooded with attention and money like she’s some kind of goddess. And don’t even get me started on her Instagram, where she shows off a life that the rest of us can only dream of. Meanwhile, I’m stuck here, barely scraping by, and the best I can hope for is being ignored in a crowd. Imagine trying to talk to her in real life? You’re not even a blip on her radar. She’s got a family, a house, and a bunch of simps throwing money at her just because she knows how to press a few piano keys while looking cute in a costume.
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