Holy f**k — you hop on social media, read the comments under certain posts, and just stand there absolutely dumbfounded.
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Rice and chicken for dinner? That’s just slop. A 60-square-meter apartment? A pigs shed — and the decor isn't «Instagrammable» enough. A 2020 car? An ancient, fart-stained clunker. A one-and-a-half-year-old who pronounces every letter perfectly and recites poetry with expression? Yeah, well, *my* kid practically crawled right out of the womb and immediately started quoting *Das Kapital*.
On the internet, everyone lives in the Palace of Versailles; they’re all gourmet chefs, geniuses, and billionaires.
But step out onto the street, and half the people look like they’ve washed their faces in piss — total victims of urine therapy.
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Victims of urine therapy
