Yo, champ, you still grinding on this like it's your thesis defense? Let me break it down for ya: I ain't here to be your goddamn health influencer. Condoms? Sure, I slap one on when the mood strikes—like when she’s not mauling my back like it’s a fucking stress ball. But half the time? I’m too zooted on existential dread and Instamax to care. This ain't some CDC-approved pantomime; it's raw, uncut Canal Street. Chaos, regret, and maybe a rogue STI if you're not careful. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a tgirl prophet waiting with a Baudrillard quote sharper than her heels. Stay mad, stay safe—or don’t. Free country.