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Okay, Let's talk... 

A good skill is like a good f^ck, you must cum when you experience it

Don't get wet yet

I'm still stroking the truth

A skill is like a pant line 

If it doesn't wow or awe at first glance, it's not properly worn

Like a ladies pant line, we can all see it but we can't just walk up and touch it, except with due consent 

The greater your skill, the more obvious your pant line is

Whenever you go out or meet people, you are being priced 

Whether you like it or not

It's up to you to put a price tag on your ass, or be tagged average

Your price Tag depends on how versatile and knowledgeable you are

This kind of authority doesn't come cheap nor easy

It's not even legal, it's lethal!!! 

Until you grow to premium standard, and your opnion becomes a reference point

Nobody will price you higher than you 

So whenever you go out, think like a prostitute 

See everyone as an actual f^ck

A prostitute only see customers

A marketer see prospects and leads

There's a difference

A marketer weighs and balances

A prostitute seduces and lands you in bed

So, talk to impress first, before you express

Don't go ejaculating unsolicited opinion before the actual f^ck

It's like masturbating in your hands, wasted! 

Nobody is interested in your opinion, except you are giving a Police statement

Until you have grown your opinion to the level it becomes public opinion

Everybody will price you average and beneath 

So think conversion much more than interaction!

Next time you step out, wear your skill like you are dressed to kill, and see people line up waiting to swallow your product/craft like cum

They won't teach you this in school


Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne 

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