Not really. Read the 1st email I sent her & tell me if you still feel that way.
* more than doubled my net worth while being UNEMPLOYED since this email
Sent: Tue, Jul 30, 2024 at 8:47 PM
Subject: Jensen Ackles perfect bone structure
I remember you once telling me that, but I'll get to that. Whether you're
my # or ignoring my texts, it's all good. The whole purpose of this little excursion was to simply ruin just 1 of your days much like you ruined several of mine with your narcissistic entitlement thinking it was perfectly OK for me to work for you for free, while you strolled in at your earliest leisure. Before I get to that, while I did get fired (won't bore you with the details, but it's actually a blessing in disguise) I'm far from broke as you could clearly see, & even if I was, I'd sooner jump in front of a train than ever ask for your help.
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As for ruining your day, I'm guessing this did the trick based on you calling that number twice, leaving a voicemail & texting back.
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Gee whiz, I'm just
you didn't have 1 of your terrorist relatives bump off loser ass zombie, lethargic ass apparently unfuckable Meryum. I guess not every girl is as fuckable as you, Kmo.
(you know a 6 maybe a 6.5 if your
is on point who obv thinks she's a 10). Let's face it, you're bottom heavy with an average
with overly thick legs & an average smile at best. The only guys that would f*** you are pseudo-pedophiles that are into girls with the height of a 10 yr old & a young looking face. Even Chris & Nerim said you're nothing special so don't just take my word for it. As to why I hung around you after my shift ended? 1 reason & 1 reason only: to stay on your good side since I was taking ridiculously long breaks that I knew you'd eventually find out & hopefully not have me removed since I hadn't won big yet. As a gambler every action directed towards you was purely calculated. I knew from the jump you were the phoniest, most disingenuous, 2 faced twat I ever had the misfortune of crossing paths with based solely on that initial tennis response. Also found it rather hilarious how you went out of your way to not reveal your address (joked about accidentally saying it out loud around me while calling an Uber) & lying to me about working for some holistic company as if I'm some obsessed stalker. (Umm..always knew you lived at 781 E 5th St [$2300 rent] while you're currently working at Convene on 46 St..like I give 2 fucking shits)
Ahh yes, the marriage part. All I know is Nerim came in 1 day & said he saw you got married on Snapchat. Shrugged my shoulders & said OK. Apparently he also also told Chris & 1 day Rosenda came in & confirmed it with him so I figured it was true. Just with that info, I obv made up that entire "old rich billionare" backstory & since you didn't seem to deny it, maybe there's some truth to it, but whatever none of my business. Just figured that would get under your skin, which it obv did. But sadly for you, that's your your only available option to move out of broke ass bitchville, hooking up with a rich guy since you have no ability to make
outside of 1 dead end retail job after another until you finally found your true calling for 5 yrs..FLSD Supervisor. I'm sure mommy & daddy must've been so proud of their stay at home 30 yr old working security. Every Paki parent's dream for their little
I'm sure. I'm also sure they were equally as proud when you couldn't get into a 4 yr CUNY school, & had to settle for Kingsborough. There's so much more I could get into but I've waisted enough of my time with this bullshit so I'll leave you with this: when you do have that 90 yr
in your mouth, where do you go in her head to get through that daily deed? Would it be by chance fantasizing about Jensen Ackle's perfect bone structure?
* no need to respond back since I have 0 interest in hearing your shrill,
on a chalkboard voice ever again. I said what I had to say & I'll never contact you ever again. Best of whatever in your future endeavors.