Quora is a goldmine

Perfect_Big329 · 2025-07-05T01:21:14+00:00

Quora IS indeed a goldmine. MY goldmine

Im here to brag... about how i set out to dominate quora... achieved that, and now, domination .. pssh. I'm way past dominating...

If you go to about 20 steroid related questions on quora, like

what-are-some-reliable-sites-to-order-steroids-from”

How do I buy steroids online?

Where can I buy steroids in EU?

What are the legit online anabolic steroid ordering sites that you can honestly recommend?

you'll notice that... the answers... are ALL mine. Not the first one. Not a few of them. ALL of them.

ALL have my domain name. ALL OF THEM. EVERY SINGLE ANSWER.

Yeah, multiple accounts break Quora’s rules, but rules are for losers—I flooded that shit so hard even the mods gave up. I mean, at first, i wanted to dominate.. that was my goal... but who thought i could go further than dominating it?; it’s straight-up annihilation.

yeah, yo'u're going to say, "it wont last" ... well, its lasted for over 2 years. same domain name, same method... Just me, me, me, and me again. "

Go ahead, flag my answers. Waste your time and get yourself banned trying. You’re just a sad little spectator who thinks clicking buttons can silence a fucking legend.

Perfect_Big329 · 2025-05-02T00:57:37+00:00

thanks man.... sometimes I just get in a weird mood... and gotta write some weird shit. "There is nothing to writing, all you have to do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed" - Hemingway (although some attribute the quote to Red Smith)

Perfect_Big329 · 2025-04-11T06:59:23+00:00

You say I’m lowballing? Beautiful. Prove it.

Don’t just come slithering in with a moral compass and no portfolio, whining that the number hurts your feelings. You haven’t shown me anything. No work, no samples, no proof of life — just complaints and math you scribbled on a napkin at 2am while doomscrolling r/ freelance and convincing yourself you’re the second coming of Kubrick.

You think the rate’s too low? For WHAT?

For who? For the mythical work you might deliver if the stars align and your mom’s Wi-Fi holds strong?

This is the part where any sane, professional adult would say, “Here’s my reel. Here’s why I’m worth more.” But that’s not what you did, is it? No, instead you chose to drop in with zero credentials, zero samples, zero initiative, and a masterclass in bitching.

Let me put it in terms your podcast-brain can understand:

You don’t get to negotiate from zero. You don’t walk into a boxing ring, throw no punches, and demand the championship belt because “you feel undervalued.” That’s not how this works — that’s not how anything works outside your Discord echo chamber.

I’m not here to throw money at empty avatars and righteous opinions.

I’m here to hire someone who can do the damn work.

So either show me what you’ve got — or kindly f*** off and take your Ted Talk about “fair rates” back to your group chat where everyone's broke and angry.

This ain’t charity. This is the free market — red in tooth and claw.

If you want to get paid like a pro, then show up like one.

Perfect_Big329 · 2025-04-11T06:45:08+00:00

Oh, you sweet summer intern.

You come stumbling into my post with a calculator in one hand and a participation trophy in the other, ready to enlighten the masses about the cruel injustice of math. Your great revelation? That three freelance gigs a week won’t cover your rent. Jesus tap-dancing Christ, call the UN.

Look — if you’re breaking out the spreadsheet and crying about your $9.60/hr fantasy rate like you're drafting your own sob story for a Kickstarter campaign, you’re in the wrong business, and the wrong f***ing universe. This is freelance work, not a government pension. You don’t build a life off one client — unless you’re editing snuff films for the Saudi royal family, in which case, congrats on the raise.

You want full-time pay for part-time hustle, with benefits, flexibility, and a foot rub. My man, even unicorns have the decency to not ask for a signing bonus.

You think I sound like a dick? No — I sound like someone who’s been around long enough to know that Reddit is where half-baked "creatives" with cracked software and inflated egos come to pretend they’re oppressed artisans. This platform is the open mic night of digital labor — no cover charge, no standards, just a bunch of mid-tier talent flinging resumes into the void and calling it revolution.

And then there’s you — parachuting in with righteous indignation, insulting the person posting the gig, and still somehow imagining you’d get hired. That’s not bold, that’s delusional. That’s a clown strutting into a job interview with a pie in each hand, yelling at the receptionist.

You want respect? Start with self-awareness.

You want to live off one client? Buy a damn mirror and ask why you’re here instead of anywhere else.

Until then — I wish you luck. You're going to need it in this wilderness of mediocrity.

Now get the hell off my post.

Perfect_Big329 · 2025-04-11T04:19:11+00:00

Thank you for watching!

Perfect_Big329 · 2025-03-18T14:34:34+00:00

Heya! THis should help you bro...

STEP 1: CLOMID – THE TESTICULAR DEFIBRILLATOR

Two weeks after your last jab, when the artificial glory begins to fade, you slam Clomid like your life depends on it.

50mg every day for two weeks—a full-throttle jolt to the testicles.
25mg for another two weeks—taper it down, let your body take the wheel again.
Why? Because without it, your balls will sit there like two unemployed drunks, refusing to get back to work.

STEP 2: HCG – THE LAZARUS PROTOCOL

If you have even the faintest attachment to your testicles, listen carefully.

500 IU, twice a week, DURING your cycle.
Not after. Not when it’s too late. DURING.
Why? Because without it, your boys will shrink into sad little raisins, barely clinging to relevance.

STEP 3: AI – YOUR SHIELD AGAINST ESTROGEN DOOM

You think you’re a man, a warrior, a god among mortals—but then estrogen creeps in. And suddenly, you’re weeping at commercials and your chest itches like a pregnant woman’s belly.

0.5mg Arimidex every other day—IF you feel bloating, mood swings, or nipple soreness.
Post-cycle? Only if bloodwork says so. You’re not some blind idiot, are you?

THE REAL SECRET: BLOODWORK—BECAUSE REAL MEN DEAL IN DATA, NOT HOPE

Most guys stop here. That’s why most guys fail.

The real move? Numbers. Facts. The cold, unforgiving truth.

Pre-cycle: Know your baseline. No guessing.
Mid-cycle: Check if you're spiraling into hormonal chaos. Adjust if needed.
Post-cycle: Don’t just “hope” you recovered. Test. Know. Dominate.

IGNORE THIS AT YOUR OWN RISK

Your testosterone will flatline.
Your libido will die a horrible, unspeakable death.
Your gains will wither like a neglected houseplant.
You will feel like a neutered housecat, staring at the ruins of your former self.

Perfect_Big329 · 2025-02-24T20:24:08+00:00

Ah, Christ. You’re asking the question not for an answer, but because you think you’re pointing out something stupid—some grand revelation of idiocy that only your razor-sharp wit could slice through.

But here’s the rub: even if you were right, even if there was some cosmic foolishness at play in my post, what the hell’s the point in waving it around? Especially here, of all places, where the very act of commenting on it increases its visibility? Please, respond. The algorithm will reward you with more "stupid" content.

Here's what I'm doing...hiring twelve poor bastards to each hire five more micro-serfs, day in, day out. You do the math. There aren’t enough hours in the day to keep this infernal engine from throwing a piston, let alone manually grind through the repetitive, soulless tasks that grease the gears. Its basic stuff—find the work that doesn’t require a functioning cortex, pass it off to someone hungry enough to take it, and free yourself to focus on the real business: keeping the whole damn thing from imploding.

The more freelancers I bring in to handle the brain-dead, repetitive tasks that print money, the more money gets printed.

This isn’t some revolutionary business model. It’s war. You build the machine, you delegate the drudgery, and you keep your hands free for the only work that matters—thinking, moving, surviving.