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Dear pussy,

A manhood shouldn't be the source of your income

A manhood shouldn't be the source of your happiness

A manhood shouldn't be your insurance or pension plan

A manhood shouldn't be the source of your hope

A manhood shouldn't be your goal

If u are not financially independent as a single woman, no amount of penises can make you financially free!

If you like suck a million, you will only get herpes and mouth cancer.

No matter how erect or strong the manhood is, it won't guarantee a strong marriage or relationship.

An erect penis does not guarantee a solid marriage or relationship!

Let your income determine the size and type of penis that you accommodate, not the other way round.

It shouldn't be the penis determining the size and amount of income you will receive.

Grow your income not the number of times you can cum.

Plan and invest legitimately...
You can do it, it's not rocket science neither is it gender specific.

Let the manhood be a by-product of your independence and achievement.

You were not raised to be a container that accommodates anything long and hard

You were made to be the content... Rich and beyond the reach of double standards

God might have created u from a man but not for a man

You are a standard, stop settling for coins

Know the difference and then be the difference!

#bedifferent
#womanofsubstance
#queen
#fulfilled
#happinessiswithin


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
Authorpreneur
www.ofunneceo.blogspot.com

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