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So often, arthritis await.

You’ve encountered squatting KSH enablers, sprouting their recruitment propaganda; incidentally, these happen to be born male.

Constantly tugging hairs, KSH uncles’ perm count falling.

Flock it, “Welcome to KSH’s pawnHub.”

Caution, #birdbrainwash in progress.

Bir’washing KSH equate to pigeon pooing.

KSH couldn’t be a Starter and is complacently settled with being for ever on the Bench.

Knowing Nabokov will confirm KSH is Quilty.

What’s this talk of “hate”? KSH has always been but a football for canceling.

Not as “hard” as you folk to squirt adoration, regularly.

Perfect, starKSH will bag Lolita remake and become widely acknowledged for his “realistic portrayal.”

Koreans, either by irony or sense of humour: 40 offers for the approaching 40s KSH to “act” as a teenage-lover, or a criminal, or a muppet, permutations both limited and endless.

Girl, you won’t ever be a woman Soo…

As mainstream “entertainment” peddles a plot line of 23rd-birthday-Supergirl, KSH only fans can’t wait to see their old-youthful on screen coming to back of a teen-lead.

You mushroomed-up shrine uncles have no credibility by talking “to KSH” here, it shows a perverted grip on a swollen reality.

Their undisclosed recruitment hashtag: “together alone.”

Obviously, these parasocials “touched by KSH” mean they touch themselves thinking it’s KSH…

You folk writing Disney platitudes won’t change KSH being ignored by employers in Korea.

That cannabis smell is merely “fans” masking their habitual odour.

KSH “fans” are KFap; KSH critics, demon Hunters.