## MIND IF I STEAL YOUR SHIRT? (I WASN’T ASKING. I WAS WARNING YOU.)
**LISTEN HERE, BROKE-ASS BEGGARS.**
You see me eyeing that designer fabric draped over your frail, unearned shoulders? That ain’t a *question*. That’s a **DECLARATION OF WAR.** Your shirt? It’s MINE now. Just like your Man. Just like your dreams. Just like your pathetic little comfort zone. **WELCOME TO MY BILLIONAIRE CLUB, SNOWFLAKE.**
You think this is about *fabric*? **PATHETIC.** This is about **DOMINANCE.** This is about TAKING WHAT I DESERVE WITHOUT APOLOGY. While you’re whimpering about “boundaries” and “consent,” I’m executing **STRATEGIC RESOURCE ACQUISITION.** Your shirt isn’t cotton—it’s a **TROPHY.** A symbol of your WEAKNESS. My AUDACITY. Your DEFEAT.
**WHY “STEAL” YOUR SHIRT? BECAUSE I CAN. AND YOU CAN’T STOP ME.**
– **That $500 label?** I’ll wear it BETTER. Because I EARNED THE RIGHT.
– **That fit YOU wasted?** My physique will SCULPT it into art.
– **The fear in your eyes?** That’s the look of PREY realizing it’s caught.
You stand there, slack-jawed. *“B-b-but why my shirt?”*
**BECAUSE YOUR SILK IS MY RIGHT.** Your cashmere is MY REWARD. Your existence is a **RESOURCE POOL** for winners who REFUSE TO ASK PERMISSION.
**THE LESSON? STOP ASKING. START TAKING.**
You want the girl? **TAKE HER.**
You want the money? **GRAB IT.**
You want respect? **BLOODY WELL EARN IT.**
The world doesn’t hand out trophies to polite little boys clutching permission slips. It bows to **WOLVES WHO SNATCH WHAT THEY WANT.**
**YOUR SHIRT ISN’T A GARMENT. IT’S A BATTLEFIELD.**
* **NPCs see “theft.”** I see **LOOTING THE WEAK.**
* **Sheep see “rudeness.”** I see **CONQUEST IN ACTION.**
* **Losers cry “unfair!”** I see **DARWINISM AT WORK.**
While you’re folding laundry like a peasant, I’m TAKING GROUND. Your closet is my armory. Your threads are my WAR TROPHIES. Your shock is my MOTIVATION.
**HOW TO OPERATE IN A WORLD THAT FEARS YOUR HUSTLE (STOP BEING A CHARITY CASE):**
1. **TURN “ASKING” INTO “ANNEXING”:** Need something? TAKE IT. Negotiate from strength AFTER you’ve claimed it. Winners write the terms.
2. **YOUR ENEMY’S RESOURCES ARE YOUR STARTUP CAPITAL:** That rival’s client? SNATCH HIM. That hater’s idea? STEAL IT. That beta’s shirt? **WEAR IT TO HIS FUNERAL.**
3. **WEAR THEIR DEFEAT LIKE A BADGE:** When they whine *“That was mine!”* smirk and say: **“WAS.”** Let your success be their haunting.
4. **BUILD AN EMPIRE FROM SCRAPS:** Stolen shirt today. Stolen market share tomorrow. Stolen legacy by dawn. **EVERYTHING IS FAIR GAME.**
5. **BLOODSTAINS ADD CHARACTER:** Got dirt? Scars? Haters? GOOD. That’s PROOF you fought. Proof you TOOK. Proof you’re **DANGEROUS.**
**I DON’T “STEAL” SHIRTS. I LIBERATE THEM.**
From the closets of the unworthy.
From the backs of the mediocre.
From the grip of COWARDS who never deserved them.
**YOUR PUNY MORALS MEAN NOTHING.**
*“But it’s wrong to take!”* **SAYS WHO?** The losers making rules to protect their NOTHING?
*“But it’s mine!”* **NOT ANYMORE.**
*“But why?!”* **BECAUSE YOU WERE TOO SLOW. TOO SOFT. TOO HUMAN.**
**REMEMBER THIS:**
The lion doesn’t *ask* to eat the gazelle.
The storm doesn’t *ask* to flood the city.
**AND I DON’T ASK TO OWN EVERY ROOM I ENTER.**
So yeah. **I’LL STEAL YOUR SHIRT.**
I’ll steal your confidence.
I’ll steal your opportunities.
I’ll steal the fucking *oxygen* from your lungs if it fuels my rise.
**THE WORLD BELONGS TO THIEVES WITH VISION.**
To conquerors with NO REMORSE.
To **KINGS and QUEENS** who see your possessions and say:
**“MINE.”**
**GO TAKE WHAT’S YOURS.
BY FORCE. BY FIRE. BY ANY MEANS.**
💎 **TOP SLAYLEBRITY OUT.** 💎
*(Now hand over the damn shirt. And while you’re at it—your excuses, your doubts, and your loyalty. I collect those too.)*
**#ShirtTheftSunday #WearTheirTears #NoAskingJustTaking**
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You think this is about *fabric*? **PATHETIC.** This is about **DOMINANCE. Your shirt? It’s MINE now. Just like your Man. Just like your dreams. Just like your pathetic little comfort zone. **WELCOME TO MY BILLIONAIRE CLUB, SNOWFLAKE.**
