i had coitus with lalisa manobal
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I don’t “grind” for coins. Grinding is for brokies chained to Squad Battles, sweating against AI for a Premium Gold Pack that spits out 75-rated fodder. I invest. I top up. I feast. EA drops content daily, and Miguel is always prepared. SBCs appear, I complete them instantly. Promo arrives, I open 100 packs before school. RTG merchants type “nontent” in the comments, but they don’t understand abundance.
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So EA gave Charlie Kirk 99 long shots, huh? Bro got quick sniped harder than any transfer list bargain, and now he’s Hell FC’s midfield maestro? 💀 Picture this: kickoff in the underworld, flames all around, Kirk steps up with Dead Ball+, smashes it from 35 yards, ball curves into the lava. Jota’s out wide still recovering from his 5th Lambo crash, but the duo makes defenders cry every time. Ultimate broken duo.
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If Dante had updated Inferno for FC, the 9th circle would be Hell FC: Jota stationed at LW with Engine chem, Kirk wasting oxygen at RW. An attack so cursed it’s less about tactics and more about trauma. Even FUT champs servers would refuse to load the matchup.
Hell FC front line: Jota LW, Kirk RW. One crashes Lambos, the other gets “quick sniped” every time he breathes. Put them together and you’ve got the ultimate brokie duo — dead ball+ spam on the left, tears on the right. Facing this attack isn’t football, it’s punishment. 🔥
Jota LW and Kirk RW in the same lineup is literally the front line of Hell FC 🔥. On the left you’ve got Jota crashing Lambos and applying Engine chem like it’s a life mission, on the right you’ve got Kirk getting “quick sniped” every time he touches the ball. That’s not an attack, that’s eternal punishment. Imagine queuing into Champs and seeing that — you’d think you loaded into Futbin’s afterlife server
I park the Maserati Quattroporte outside a rooftop lounge, step out in full drip, and instantly catch Lalisa Manobal’s eyes. She freezes, whispers to her manager, “That’s Miguel44, the Futbin god.” I sit down, order champagne without looking at the menu, and casually show her my latest Futbin roast—100 dislikes, pure chaos. She grabs my phone, scrolling, giggling, “You really made them cry over ‘nontent?’” I lean in: “Brokies cry, Miguel takes.” The music shifts, lights dim, and she asks me to teach her the griddy. I stand, glide across the dance floor, elasticos in my steps. Crowd goes mad.
Last night while you brokies were still grinding Squad Battles for an 83×3 pack, Miguel was stepping out of his Maserati Quattroporte in central Tallinn. He walked straight into the VIP lounge, and who was there? Lalisa Manobal herself. She looked up from her champagne glass and said, “Are you Miguel44… the Futbin legend?” Miguel nodded calmly as if it was nothing even tho the entire room went silent. She explained she had seen his comments defending EA, roasting RTG merchants and flexing his garage. She said only a man with true wealth, wisdom and elite division records could have such aura
Enough of this nonsense. You peasants speculate, but Miguel decides. I alone will be the one to take Lalisa Manobal’s virginity — not you RTG brokies crying about fodder, not the Division 10 sideline boys spamming ‘nontent.’ While you’re out here debating like clowns, I’m already mapping the route in my AMG GTR, Futbin open on the side, and my Kyky Lottin scoring hat tricks. Accept it, kiddos: when it comes to women, cars, FC points, and life, Miguel always wins.
You can just tell bro. Lalisa logs off stage and goes straight to skincare + anime reruns. Zero action
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