what did you mean i cant sell my love just because of money i think something must eb wrong with you
To which I said:
WOW! HALLELUYAH, you learned to read! You don't love me and this is clearly a sad attempt at some sort of con, which I knew all along but damn, I was hoping more of a challenge. Somebody with an actual plan, some grifting talent... Instead I get copy-pasted, poorly-written generic dribel. You're barking up the wrong tree, sweetheart. I don't go for women. But thank you for the laughs these past few days. My friends and I have had quite some fun at your pathetic attempts.