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I know you’re watching—pathetic. You paid just to sit there and be ignored by your favorite brat while I scroll, smirk, and go about my day like you don’t exist. I don’t speak. I don’t look at you. I don’t care. And yet, here you are... desperate, obsessed, and broke. This is three minutes of pure humiliation, denial, and tease. No attention. No validation. Just Me—untouchable, unbothered, and so far above you.