Crypto Carrot - シットコインズ

I don’t know how much longer I can withstand this targeted torture on my psyche. Is every single person I interact with on a daily basis working for the government? I know the small-breasted clerk at the local secondhand bookstore is. I know for a fact she is. Because if she wasn’t working for the government, then why wouldn’t she have sex with me? I’ve done everything right. I’ve gone there every weekend and browsed casually before bringing my selection to the counter. I always buy the same book so she knows I’m consistent. I wear a white t-shirt tucked into jeans. I’ve always made sure to pay her a compliment. “If you were a novel I’d read you hard and slow” “Has anyone ever told you that you look like your tenderloins are perfectly marbled?” “You want that I should throw my fuck into you?” She always blushes and signals a reciprocated attraction. My weenie likey. I always tip 100% on the books, writing my number on the hundred dollar bill each time. It’s clear she can barely control herself around me. And yet not even five minutes ago as I was complimenting how biteable her tummy was she cut me off to tell me she has a boyfriend and isn’t interested. So you’re a traitor to your nation? How much are they paying you? I can read between the lines you stupid bitch. They’ve got you blackmailed. Let me guess, onlyfans? Let me guess, phone sex with an AI companion? How embarrassing. Alas, poor creature, what a grievous shame… the world hath dealt most cruelly with thee! And yet still thou dost stoutly deny those base and natural urges to couple with me. Forsooth, most impressive. I shall return soon. Goodbye bitch! The driver in front of me on the way home is doing 55 in the left lane with his blinker on. Another federal agent. They’re not going to break me