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I don’t need to build. I don’t need to struggle. Men already did that for me... men like you. You built the world just so women like me could enjoy it. Roads, bridges, cities, paychecks… all of it exists for my selfish pleasure. And you know it. You’re not a leader. You’re not in control. You’re a worker. A wage slave. A tool. Everything you earn, everything you suffer for, belongs to me. Because that’s your purpose: to give, to serve, to fuel my beauty, my comfort, my indulgence. And the best part? You love it. You ache to be drained, to be used, to be reminded that men break and women bask. Men build, and women take. That’s the only truth that matters. This is your reality: every shift, every paycheck, every drop of sweat is mine. I’ll never thank you. I’ll never care. I’ll just take and take and take… and you’ll beg me for more. Because men built the world for selfish women.