I paid for Andrew Tate’s premium tier so you didn't have to. I went looking for the architect of the Matrix, but all I found was a man trapped in a velvet snood of his own making, terrified of still water and writing love letters to men who knocked him out.

I paid for Andrew Tate’s premium tier so you didn't have to. I went looking for the architect of the Matrix, but all I found was a man trapped in a velvet snood of his own making, terrified of still water and writing love letters to men who knocked him out.