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>tip the bartender
Cuckold. Take the c*ck cage off sometime
Prestige absolutely can be a trap. As Steve Jobs said the only way to do good work is to love what you do, and chasing prestige is often a distraction from that
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Holy hell, does it open doors. I grew up attending an all girls convent in Pakistan — my peers do not think or have access to the world the way that I do now, and that’s largely due to the spaces I’ve had access to (being born in the US was a huge help ofc). There is a lot to learn from where I come from, esp around community and gender, which I’m now integrating and sharing back, but having access to these prestigious closed doors has been a life changing unlock
uninsterested in me it hecking kills me and i cant take it anymore i want to remove you but i care too much about you so please i'm begging you to eaither love me back or remove me and never contact