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Makes me feel like total shit, seeing normies purchasing low level trinkets at jewelry stores, these trash items are completely valueless. The items cannot be sold, they are made of materials that range from plain steel to very cheap mother of pearl, or "swaroski" or "porsche design" or LV branded nonsense.
Imagine the average guido, has no education, hes beta providing for a woman. His IQ is low, he sees "porsche design" on a pendant, at the jewelry store. Stuff with "swarovski crystals"... just fancy glass basically. Price is 320 bucks... for a piece of shit. Its 1/3 of what guido makes monthly as a security guard in the shopping center.
The saleswoman with the forced smile knows the script. "Excellent choice, sir. Very exclusive". Exclusive as diarrhea in an elevator. She wraps it in velvet that costs more than the materials inside.
At home, Elena (wife of guido) unwraps it with fake enthusiasm (she wants to cry). Her eyes move, with that look of quiet desperation. The thinks in her head "This is it? This is all you could betaprovide?" But her voice stays bright: "It's beautiful, Guido! So elegant!"
Tomorrow she wear it to work, shes selling insurance policies. Her colleagues will think shes cheap, whorish, stupid. She will say, "Guido got it for me," with manufactured pride, because she wants to not offend the pride of her cuckband. Each time she touches it, adjusting it at her throat, shell be reminding herself, and him, of their position in the world.
The trinkets bought by these failed beta providers will never appreciate, they will not gain in value, they will simply be passè when the next trend comes around. It will become tarnished junk in some drawer. Some night, the 2 losers will have sex, both imagining someone else, somewhere better, with real jewelry that holds real value.
Guido purchases a proof of his inadequacy as a betaprovider. Elena wears the crown of thorns, because thats what women do: they carry the weight of male failure on their necks, smiling thru pain that causes, pretending life is OK. Chin up woman, pretend to be happy while your guts burn with shame.
The system wins again. Another paycheck converted into shame, another relationship measured in carats that arent even real.
As an incel, I always made money selling rolexes, seikos, zeniths and rare items. I was able to spot fakes listening to their ticking. I memorized most movements peculiar sounds. I never lost money on this trade of value. Why? Bcause I know what is value. If I had a woman I would not give her any shame to wear, would strip her naked, because I know value unlike normies.
Imagine the average guido, has no education, hes beta providing for a woman. His IQ is low, he sees "porsche design" on a pendant, at the jewelry store. Stuff with "swarovski crystals"... just fancy glass basically. Price is 320 bucks... for a piece of shit. Its 1/3 of what guido makes monthly as a security guard in the shopping center.
The saleswoman with the forced smile knows the script. "Excellent choice, sir. Very exclusive". Exclusive as diarrhea in an elevator. She wraps it in velvet that costs more than the materials inside.
At home, Elena (wife of guido) unwraps it with fake enthusiasm (she wants to cry). Her eyes move, with that look of quiet desperation. The thinks in her head "This is it? This is all you could betaprovide?" But her voice stays bright: "It's beautiful, Guido! So elegant!"
Tomorrow she wear it to work, shes selling insurance policies. Her colleagues will think shes cheap, whorish, stupid. She will say, "Guido got it for me," with manufactured pride, because she wants to not offend the pride of her cuckband. Each time she touches it, adjusting it at her throat, shell be reminding herself, and him, of their position in the world.
The trinkets bought by these failed beta providers will never appreciate, they will not gain in value, they will simply be passè when the next trend comes around. It will become tarnished junk in some drawer. Some night, the 2 losers will have sex, both imagining someone else, somewhere better, with real jewelry that holds real value.
Guido purchases a proof of his inadequacy as a betaprovider. Elena wears the crown of thorns, because thats what women do: they carry the weight of male failure on their necks, smiling thru pain that causes, pretending life is OK. Chin up woman, pretend to be happy while your guts burn with shame.
The system wins again. Another paycheck converted into shame, another relationship measured in carats that arent even real.
As an incel, I always made money selling rolexes, seikos, zeniths and rare items. I was able to spot fakes listening to their ticking. I memorized most movements peculiar sounds. I never lost money on this trade of value. Why? Bcause I know what is value. If I had a woman I would not give her any shame to wear, would strip her naked, because I know value unlike normies.
