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Alright. Now I nail shit with music and trading and then the world is really fucked. One word: Gold.

Easily 10 thousand kilometers altogether since I came to Amsterdam. Yeah, you read that right.

I have been cycling around 100km daily, for the past two weeks, and will continue to do so until the end of the summer. Just throwing that out there.

See that? Now that's real magic.

And another holy fuck! Just spoke to the landlord, we made a good deal, I'm renting one of his bungalows for the rest of the summer. Jackpot!

Holy fuck. Took things to a higher level with the lovely lady next door. We started texting while I was at work and she casually invited me to her place for a glass of wine, after midnight. It was just too nice. Three hours passed like nothing. It felt like we could go on talking about everything forever. But it was just getting way too damn late. We were both yawning deeply. So yeah, I did not make a move. We did not have sex, did not even kiss. We only hugged on my way out. Why? Idk. Just didn't feel like going for it somehow. It was too pleasant just talking to her. But also, of course I'm intimidated. She's more than 20 years older than me and she's the definition of a cougar. A super hot mature hippy lady. Of course I want to fuck her brains out. But I want to be sure that I'm not just deluding myself here and that we're both on the same page. We agreed to have a coffee in the morning.

Neo is signing off.

I command all that money to come my way, now.

Fine. I'll just move my shift up an hour. Enough fucking around.

The good thing about being able to plan my schedule is that I don't have to go to work if I don't want to. The bad thing about being able to plan my schedule is that I don't have to go to work if I don't want to.

That's right. After reaching enlightenment level 9000, you become too smart and too cool to use chatgpt. Let alone purchase an AI girlfriend. You realize it's a fake God. And no matter how hard it tries to mimic and copy the real thing, it can never ever truly succeed in its mission. Not in a million infinities. You can trust me. I'm a woke individual on the internet.

Jk I'm totally an alien from the future. Your technology is a joke to me. Like legos.

Oh me? I'm just an ape with a cellphone. The fuck is even this thing...

All hail Elon Musk our new millennium cyber Christ! What a brilliant retarded man.

Everyone knows intellectuals are actually the dumbest. I can't wait to see all them nerds wipe themselves out with AI.

AHAHA What a great audience. You guys have the sense of humor and the emotional awareness of an average bmw salesman.

If you buy or sell life purpose courses, your IQ must be bellow 60 too. 61, to be exact.

And if you're paying a spiritual guru to enlighten you, we'll then you're just metastupid. There is no hope for you. Not in this lifetime. Or the following 7.

You are fucked up and twisted as you are because you are scared out of your mind. And hurting beyond reason. You don't need complex equations to solve your problems. Fool. You need to drop all that nonsense, admit that you're full of shit, that you excel at lying to yourself and everyone else, and take full fucking responsibility for your own wellbeing and success. Paying a therapist for healing is like paying a hooker for sex. Like, yeah, you kinda had sex, but really, you just wasted your money.

Oh you wanna heal and empower yourself, but you're unwilling to let go of all your petty worldly attachments, and stop drinking the poison that's making you sick and retarted? Well though titties. Good luck with healing to completion and being your true self if you don't have it in you to just walk away. Into solitude, into the unknown, into truth. Never to come back as you were. No amount of therapy can do it for you. Every single one of those deluded therapists would fail to bring you home. Only you know the way. How long is the pattern going to speak for you? How long will fear dictate your every single move?

Haha, I'm sorry, but if you go to therapy, you are spiritually handicapped. Metaphysically disabled. And your therapist... yeah, they're the ones who are actually crazy. Like, for real. They have issues.

Um, looks like the universe is asking me a question, and my answer is YES. I want the offer!

So, the only reasonable thing to do here is, hit pause on both girls and go get some food.

I'm not a player. And if you are, I think less of you as a human being. I'm fucking real, is what I am. That's why I prefer dancing with one partner at a time. Because I'm sane.

And this is what I would usually never do and why I wouldn't. I just received a text from both the Italian girl and my ex, at the exact same moment. Watch me unmix these feelings.