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  White Lotus

“I moved here because, well, I had to leave the States, but I picked Thailand because I always had a thing for Asian girls, you know? And when I got here, oh I was like kid in a candy store. If you’ve got money, no attachments, nothing to do… I started partying, it got wild."

"I was picking up girls every night, always different ones; petite ones, chubby ones, older ones, sometimes multiple ladies at night. I was out of control, I became insatiable, and, you know, after about a thousand nights like that, you start to lose it. I started to wonder: Where am I going with this? Why do I feel this need to fuck all these women? What is desire? The form of this cute Asian girl, why does it have such a grip on me? Because she's the opposite of me? Is she gonna complete me in some way? I realized I could fuck a million women, I'd still never be satisfied — maybe what I really want is to be one of these Asian girls."

After Rick asks if he really means what he is saying, Frank affirms: “Really,” before continuing: “So, one night, I took home some girl who turned out to be a ladyboy, which I’d done before, but this time, instead of fucking the ladyboy, the ladyboy fucked me, and It was kind of magical. And I got in my head, what I really wanted was to be one of these Asian girls getting fucked by me, and to feel that."

"So, I put out an ad looking for a white guy my age to come over and fuck me, got a guy that looked a lot like me. Then, I put on some lingerie and perfume, made myself look like one of these girls — I thought: I look pretty hot. And then this guy came over and railed the shit out of me, then I got addicted to that — some nights, three, four guys would come over and rail the shit out of me. Some I even had to pay, and at the same time, I’d hire an Asian girl who’d just sit there and watch the whole thing. I’d look in her eyes while some guy is fucking me, and I’d think: ‘I am her and I'm fucking me.’”

“Hey, we all have our Achilles heel, man, you know?” Frank goes on. “Where does it come from? Why are some of us attracted to the opposite form and some of us the same? Sex is a poetic act, it’s a metaphor; a metaphor for what? Are we our forms? Am I a middle-aged white guy on the inside, too? Or inside, could I be an Asian girl? … I guess I was trying to fuck my way to the answer, then I realized, I gotta stop the drugs, the girls, trying to be a girl. I got into Buddhism, which is all about spirit versus form, detaching from self, getting off the never-ending carousel of lust and suffering. Being sober isn't so hard, being celibate, though, it’s… I still miss that pussy, man.”

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  Poor Things

Polite society will destroy you. Philosophy is a waste of time 
Bella. This improvement through philosophy is people trying to run away from the fact we are cruel beasts. Born that way, die that way. We go down there, they’ll quite rightfully rope us, rob us and rape us. And if they were here and we were there we would do the same to them. Don’t accept the lie, of religion, socialism, capitalism; we are a fucked species. Know it. Hope is smashable. Realism is not. Protect yourself with the truth." --Harry Astley - The Cynic

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  Baby Reindeer

I used to think that what you’re seeing here was, like, breaking the mold. I was so naive in thinking that this was something special, that when a writer sweeps you off your feet and says, “Hey, you’ve got it, kid. Let’s make you famous…” you believe every word he’s gonna say to you. ‘Cause it’s the words you’ve wanted to hear your entire life. “I believe in you… as much as you believe in yourself.” And you’ll do just about anything in the world he asks of you because… because fame encompasses judgment, right? And I… I feared judgment my entire life. That’s why I wanted fame, because when you’re famous, people see you as that: famous. They’re not thinking all the other things that I’m scared they’re thinking. They think, “It’s the guy from that thing.” And isn’t getting groomed magical? Before you realize you’re actually getting groomed. And you know it’s wrong, deep down, what he’s making you do. But you just keep going back. And you start to think, “Is my self-respect so fucking low, is my lust for success so fucking high, that I will repeatedly go back to this man’s house and let him abuse me?” “Oh, you’re a victim. You mustn’t blame yourself.” Good sentiment. But, no, I just had to keep going. My confidence is so low, right… I let this fucking mad bitch into my life. I knew she was growing attached, but I still went along with it to satisfy my own stupid need for attention. You see… that’s what abuse does to you, you know? It made me this… sticking plaster for ALL of life’s weirdos. This…this open wound for them to sniff at. I knew she was mad, and I knew she was dangerous, but she flattered me, and that was enough. I met this trans woman. You should see her. She’s the most beautiful person you’ve ever met, and I just couldn’t…love her. And I see it now. I see what it was that I lost in her. It’s because I loved one thing in this world more than I did her, right? One thing. And do you know what that one thing was? Hating myself. I love it. I’m addicted to it. I don’t know anything else. Because God forbid ever taking a chance at life. God forbid ever taking a chance at happiness. And that’s why I messed it up with her. Because I hated myself so much more than I loved her. And I loved her so very much. I’ve spent my whole life running away. I’m gonna stop running now.

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  Good Boys

You made us ditch school, run around with drugs, and lock a cop in a convenience store with what I now suspect is a dildo!