It's been quite some time since I started selling this old man's videos. As we age, time seems to accelerate—everyone feels it. A single day flies by, a week feels like two or three days. Is this how we'll keep growing older, only to die before we know it? Will I be satisfied when I face death? Will I feel like I truly lived? Or will I be haunted by regrets of things left undone, tormented by the despair of missed chances—regrets of not acting rather than acting? While pondering these thoughts, I realized that by helping this old man, maybe I'm actually doing something. I could be called an accomplice in crime, but I also have a desire to make even a small difference in the world. It was around then that the old man contacted me—he said there are people out there imitating and selling his videos. Copycats. Plain and simple plagiarism. The old man exploded in rage. It wasn't just anger—it was insane, deranged fury. But when I listened closely, the real issue was that these copycats were doing it without permission and without paying any licensing fees. In other words, it was about money. The old man doesn't care about artistic integrity either. This is purely business. He's no different from the ones stealing from him. That's when the idea of filing a lawsuit for copyright infringement came up. When I heard that, I pushed back: "Do pornos this trashy even have copyright protection to begin with?" If they did, people wouldn't copy them so freely. Everyone freaks out when Olympic logos or posters get copied, but no one cares about pirated porn. That's proof right there—there's no real copyright in this world. Neither creators nor viewers care about it. That's why the internet is flooded with illegal downloads and pirated DVDs. The same people screaming about eradicating piracy are the ones shamelessly stealing others' concepts. Why should we pay them? So, the term "copyright infringement" is meaningless. Even after I said that, the old man wouldn't accept it. "There are people who don't steal," he argued. That's true, but it's common for a few bad actors to ruin the reputation of an entire industry. That's just how the world works. Still, I can't deny the old man's anger is justified. After thinking for a while, it hit me—maybe this is the one thing I could leave behind before I die. The idea of actually pursuing legal action against the copycats began to grow in me. To stop the spread of these cruel crimes. I believed that by raising the question—do porn videos even have copyright?—I might contribute something, however small, to society. What do you think? The four women this time are ones who are fully aware of their blessed bodies and use them as weapons. How does one live in order to have sex with women like these? In the lottery of my life, I can confidently say there's absolutely no path leading to that outcome. I've always wanted to grope big tits, to get sandwiched between them, and then, just like the old man, turn a fleshlight into a wrecked mess. I now dream of the very cruel acts I once felt nothing but disgust toward. I've been completely influenced. Corrupted, even. There's no turning back. Since we're all going to die anyway, I want to accomplish something before that day comes. I want as many people as possible to see this video, yet at the same time, I'm afraid—if it spreads too much, things could go terribly wrong. So please, don't share it too widely.