When the dreamgirls have been turned into non-French kiss/burrito worthy stripper/porn star equivalent vacuums, and all the dreams and reasons for even achieving absurd success or God-forbid fame/celebrity were to find that true love and never have to worry about the token dreamgirl cheating, yes, the entire motivational equations have been obliterated. I seek passionate kissing and those worthy of it, not running trains on the Kardashian clan like every other whatever that somehow made it to police state prison "star" status. Was the human sex drive not engineered by God with a certain degree of actual protection/reproduction-worthy-consideration at its core not seeing the best this broken world has as less than the value of a toilet paper roll tube, a sandwich bag (non-zipper seal only), a few teaspoons of loiton, and a few minutes alone with one's imagination? Just the image imprint of one male using any would be dreamgirl as nothing but some meaningless sex object to get himself off ruins the entire core/thought/value/association of that being, and this is all based on an artifical monetary paradigm, and you wonder why the world is
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