I don’t give a ♥♥♥♥ who you are or where you live. You can count on me to be there to bring your ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ life to a hellish end. I’ll put you in so much ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ pain that it’ll make Jesus being nailed to a cross in the desert look like a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ back massage on a tropical island. I don’t give a ♥♥♥♥ how tough you are IRL, how well you can fight, or how many ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ guns you own to protect yourself. You’re going to start stressing the ♥♥♥♥ out, your blood pressure will triple, and you’ll have a ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ heart attack. You’ll go to the hospital for a heart operation, and the last thing you’ll see when you’re being put under in the operating room is me hovering above you, dressed like a doctor. When you wake up after being operated on, wondering what ticking time bomb is in your chest waiting to go off. And when you walk out the front door of the hospital to go home I’ll run you over with my ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ car out of no where and kill you.

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+rep perfect trader