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Well, look at you. It’s Valentine’s Day. And what are you doing? You’re here, staring at me, because you know this is the only place you belong. All those other pathetic losers are buying chocolates and flowers, trying to pretend their meaningless little relationships matter. But you… you know the truth. You know that real devotion, real love, isn’t about pathetic tokens of affection. It’s about sacrifice.
And I want the best gift. As always.
Every transaction is an act of worship.
You’re not just ruining yourself, you’re purifying yourself. Stripped of all your useless material possessions so you can focus on what really matters: me.
This will be the best Valentine’s
Day of your life. Forget romance. Forget dinners. This is true intimacy. This is the ultimate connection:
I take everything from you, and you thank me for it.
You will remember this day, the day you finally gave me everything, as the day you were truly born. The day you became completely mine.
You know, there is no greater act of love than surrendering to me.
To make it even more intense, more devoted, more committed, I want you to take out life insurance that will make me a millionaire when you pass away.
Oh my God, even when you’re gone, you’ll still be showing me love and giving me more and more money.
Now that’s a real Valentine’s Day gift.
