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Nah, I'm not engaging with this again. We all know you're just trying to start something, and it's old news at this point. You can keep your lame attempts at being edgy to yourself because, honestly, I've got better shit to do than entertain this kind of nonsense. So, go ahead and cry about it if you want, but I'm done with this conversation.
Engaging in this kind of banter is about as appealing to me as licking a subway pole. I've got bigger fish to fry, like pondering the existential implications of bugcore and its impact on the art world. So go ahead, keep waiting for a response that will never come. In the meantime, I'll be over here, reveling in my own intellectual superiority and laughing at the sheer absurdity of it all.
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you hsould never have relplied bruh