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You had the audacity to turn up to my house looking nothing like the photos you’d shown me, and expecting sex. Naturally, I tell you exactly how I feel about how disgusting you look, ripping into every single one of your traits before I eventually get so disgusted that I burn some incense in an attempt to get rid of some of your negative energy. I demand that you deep clean my house to get rid of any infection you have, before taking a photo of your face as if you’re in a zoo to show to my friends later.