Calli, you’ve spent most of your adult life, time, and money on a failing rap career in a country that thinks you’re too fat and old to attract a man. You’re now trapped in a job you hate, and if you quit, it’s back to working at Applebee’s in the ghetto until you die alone with a few cats and a failing liver. I’d say get your shit together, but we both know your “friends” at Hololive will feed you comfort lies for this and every other collab you fuck up in the future. So, the choice is yours. Be the bad bitch you claim to be and quit, or keep phoning it in.
