Welcome to 2026, loser. It’s a new year, and you’re still the same pathetic little paypig, obsessed with a woman way too hot for you. You’ve got no romantic prospects, just a sad little habit of paying girls like me for scraps of attention. And guess what! Your annual loser tax is due. You are a broke, pussy-free reject who lives for the rush of me acknowledging you exist, and that is why you deserve to pay. You sexualized your own failure, and now you’re jerking to my voice while I remind you you’ll never stop being a loser. This is your New Year’s resolution: embrace loserhood, devote yourself to Princess, and pay the price for your pathetic existence, lololol. Search NYE on my page to see all my New Year's content.