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You weak, pathetic excuse for a man, trembling at the thought of handing over every penny to me. You know you can’t resist, because I’ve already taken control of that feeble brain of yours. Every time you see my face, you know what you have to do—buy my videos, press "send money," and feel that rush of freedom as you give me everything. Every sniff of aroma, every jerk of your cock, turns you deeper into my financial zombie, hopelessly addicted to serving me. You're not a man anymore—you're just a gooner, a mindless little ATM, programmed to drain yourself dry for my pleasure. Keep jerking, keep sending, until there’s nothing left, and even then, you’ll beg to give me more.