Originalspitefan420_69 thinks day 60's the worst? Nah, this shit's a cakewalk. Been chasing girlcock through Dimes Square's neon gutter for years, and trust me—dodging temptation's just another Tuesday. I'm wired for the hunt, wired for the chase, and if I gotta count dimes to keep my hands off a fish's thighs? So be it. The real monster's not in the mirror—it's in the hunger, the itch, the raw need to get wrecked by a tgirl's switchblade gaze. They say withdrawal's hell? Fuck that. This is living.