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Serious @glamourpursuer 2.0 hate megathread

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@glamourpursuer 2.0 is literally the most brainless bitch i’ve ever seen, i’ve noticed this guy strictly interacts with male users and it’s the funniest shit ever, someone needs to tell him that looking for male validation on an incel forum is the most unclassy behavior ever, he literally dated not one not two not three BUT FOUR of the guys here (who knows there may be more i wouldn’t put it past him) he needs to put down his phone and admit himself into a facility so they can identify why he acts the way he does … the bitch doesn’t even SPEAK he just goes on repping clown on everything cs he knows no one wants to listen to what he has to say.

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Thou art naught but a gaudy, painted spectre, Glamour, whose witless charms reek of market-stall perfumes and cheap deceit; a disgusting foid, bedecked in false finery, whose mirror cracks for shame at thy reflection and whose company is as welcome as a louse at a lord’s banquet—go, preen thyself in moonless night, for even the stars blush to witness thy counterfeit glory!
 
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Thou art naught but a gaudy, painted spectre, Glamour, whose witless charms reek of market-stall perfumes and cheap deceit; a disgusting foid, bedecked in false finery, whose mirror cracks for shame at thy reflection and whose company is as welcome as a louse at a lord’s banquet—go, preen thyself in moonless night, for even the stars blush to witness thy counterfeit glory!
 

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