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After months of heavy GD grinding, I decided to meet the guy at his place. I thought we would game, chat a bit and chill. But as soon as I stepped into his room, I stood like a flashed bot. It was like walking straight into a femboy temple. Posters on the walls, the ceiling, the closet – even his door had its own poster. The shelves were full of figures and his gaming chair had a custom-made femboy cover staring back at me.
He said: “Welcome, bro! This is just my little collection.” I said: “Little? This is a whole LAN center for degenerates.”
When he started showing the “favorite pictures” from a folder bigger than my computer, I felt like I needed to extract IRL. I found a random excuse and pulled faster than a failed rush B.
⠄⠑⠁⠂⠪⢈⢆⢧⡺⡜⡜⡌⡆⢆⠆⡆⣣⡣⡀
⠄⡡⠨⠐⡐⡰⡑⡧⣫⡺⡱⡱⢘⠔⡑⢌⠎⣞⣵⠄
⠁⠄⢂⠅⢬⡸⡮⣫⢧⠫⢊⠊⡂⠣⠊⢜⢪⢪⢺⣷
⢁⠌⠄⢪⣺⢽⡹⣜⢔⠜⠔⠐⠄⢀⢈⠈⢔⢸⠱⠿⡀
⣣⡮⢂⡳⡽⡵⡝⡎⡆⡊⠊⠄⢀⠄⠰⡽⡌⡇⠄⠄⣆
⣕⢽⢈⢸⢹⡪⡯⡺⣪⠪⠌⡂⠄⢂⢽⣺⢪⢢⠂⢦⠌
⡹⣽⢐⠘⢜⢎⠮⡫⢸⢘⠌⠄⠂⡢⡳⠭⢧⠣⡮⣪⡆
⣮⠣⢂⡳⡑⠜⢈⠄⡳⠁⠄⡀⠡⢀⠐⢈⢘⡎⠅⡺⡇
⣟⠈⡆⡅⠅⡃⠠⠄⢌⠂⠄⡈⠮⡢⢕⣐⣠⢳⠡⡻
⣫⢊⢸⢱⠁⡂⢀⠄⠠⠁⠄⠈⠡⠒⠅⢕⣻⣦⢀⠅
⢾⡤⡈⠂⢁⠐⠄⠄⠰⠄⠄⠈⠄⢈⠠⠠⢨⢆⢢⠁
⡽⣞⣗⢧⡢⡀⡁⠄⢈⠂⠅⢀⠠⠄⠄⠄⡁⠂⣝
⣯⣗⢗⢇⢯⢺⢨⢢⠄⠂⠅⠅⢀⠄⠂⠄⠔⢱⢹
⡯⣞⡝⣎⢧⢳⡹⡼⡸⡐⠠⠐⢀⠈⠄⠁⢄⠣⠁
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