When you're earning three thousand a month, you'll find that all the girls in the world seem distant from you, each one pure and untouchable.
Seriously, even the mosquitoes in summer think your blood is too poor and aren't interested in biting you.
Whatever you say is awkward, whatever you do is wrong.
But when your monthly salary hits thirty thousand, hey, things start to get strange.
You walk with confidence, your conversations become witty, and even your questionable taste is now considered “unique.”
Suddenly, women around you start to think you’re “quite manly” and “pretty reliable.”
And w
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