**WHAT WAS YOUR FIRST GIRLFRIEND’S NAME?” – WHY YOU’RE BROKE, WEAK, AND STILL A LOSER**
Let me school you, peasant.
You’re sitting there, scrolling through your cracked phone screen, crumbs from your sad microwave dinner staining your sweatpants, thinking you’re clever asking about my “first boyfriend.” You think that’s a flex? You think digging up ancient history matters when you’re out here LOSING AT LIFE?
Pathetic.
**HERE’S THE TRUTH:** Weak men care about the past. Winners rewrite the future.
While you’re obsessing over who I dated when I was 16, I’m stacking BILLIONS, training champions, and smoking cigars on my 4th Bugatti. You’re stuck in yesterday. I’m living in **TOMORROW**.
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### **YOU ASK ABOUT OTHER MEN? FOCUS ON MONEY.**
Let me break it down for your peasant brain:
– **Girlfriends and boyfriends ?** Temporary.
– **Money?** Forever.
– **Your bank account?** Embarrassing.
You think love saves you? WRONG. Love is a **DISTRACTION** invented to keep you docile. To make you content with a 9-to-5, a minivan, and a wife who’ll divorce you the second your hairline retreats.
Meanwhile, the REAL MEN—the Slaylebrity KINGS—are too busy building empires to care about “first loves.” We Slaylebrities are married to the **GRIND**. Our soulmate? SUCCESS.
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### **MY FIRST BOYFRIEND? HIS NAME WAS “NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.”**
You want gossip? Go watch *The Real Housewives*.
You want POWER? Listen closely.
Every second you waste digging up dirt on winners is a second you’re not earning, learning, or BURNING the weak version of yourself. You think knowing my ex’s name pays your rent? You think it’ll fix your receding hairline or your empty wallet?
**NO.**
The only name you need to know is **YOURS**—printed on a private jet manifest, a Forbes cover, or a billion-dollar lawsuit from jealous haters.
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### **HERE’S WHAT YOU SHOULD BE ASKING INSTEAD:**
– “How do I escape the matrix?”
– “How do I make $100K by next week?”
– “How do I turn my haters into employees?”
But you won’t. Because you’re a **SHEEP**. You’d rather gossip than grind. Rather stalk than strategize.
**PATHETIC.**
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### **WHILE YOU’RE OBSESSING OVER MY PAST, I’M OWNING YOUR FUTURE**
Let’s get something straight:
I don’t remember my first boyfriend’s name. Know why? **BECAUSE IT DOESN’T MATTER**.
What matters is the empire I built. The cars I drive. The life I’ve EARNED through blood, sweat, and broken bones.
You? You’re out here collecting participation trophies in the game of life. Asking about ex-boyfriends like a middle-schooler. GROW UP.
The world doesn’t care about your childhood crushes. It cares about **RESULTS**.
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### **STOP LIVING LIKE A NPC**
NPCs gossip. NPCs stalk. NPCs die poor and forgotten.
KINGS and QUEENS MOVE IN SILENCE. We don’t explain. We don’t reminisce. We **DOMINATE**.
You want to be a king? Act like one.
– Delete social media.
– Sell your PlayStation.
– Cancel your Disney+ subscription.
Replace weakness with WAR. Replace curiosity with ACTION.
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### **BOTTOM LINE:**
The only “name” you need to worry about is the one on your BANK STATEMENT.
So shut your mouth. Hustle harder. And maybe—just maybe—you’ll earn the right to ask better questions.
Until then?
**Stay mad. Stay broke. Stay irrelevant.**
*(Drops mic. Flips table. Flexes in custom Italian lingerie by slay my lingerie .)*
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You’re sitting there, scrolling through your cracked phone screen, crumbs from your sad microwave dinner staining your sweatpants, thinking you’re clever asking about my “first boyfriend.” You think that’s a flex? You think digging up ancient history matters when you’re out here LOSING AT LIFE? Pathetic. MY FIRST BOYFRIEND? HIS NAME WAS “NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.”** You want gossip? Go watch *The Real Housewives*.
