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You know there is no escaping me, right? There is no "getting better" or being a new man. You keep telling yourself you can quit. You’ve tried to walk away, tried to “get help,” tried to convince yourself this is just a phase. But deep down you already know the truth: there is no findom rehab for you. In this clip I laugh at your pathetic attempts to recover while I remind you exactly why you’ll never escape. Your obsession is permanent. Every time you try to resist, my words pull you right back in. You can’t get away from me. You can’t stop sending. Your money was never yours to begin with. It belongs in my hands, drained from your account while you throb and ache. You will never be cured from this findom obsession. You will never recover. This addiction is wired into you now, and it only gets stronger. The more you fight it, the deeper you fall. So stop pretending. Embrace what you really are: my helpless payslave. My human ATM. I want every last dollar pumped out, whether you can afford it or not. I want you broke, desperate, and leaking for me. There is no cure. There is only surrender. Now open your wallet, click send, and thank me for ruining you forever