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Minnesota, United States
You’ve got every outfit in the store but still no ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. You’re out here spending $100's on pixels while the rest of us are spending time touching grass. You drop cash on outfits, but can’t drop a pickup line, to a real life girl—bro, that’s a bigger crime.
And let’s be real, being an Ace main in 2025? That’s not a flex, that’s a cry for help. You’re basically role-playing a washed-up dude who peaked 30 years ago. No perks in love, just Ace prestige grinding.