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I just witnessed another season go down the drain because of that bullshit saying, “Just suppress prolactin with cabergoline.”

Countless guys, believing that nonsense, ended up obliterating their sex drive, sleep, and the last ounce of dryness even before hitting the stage, only to vanish backstage.

What I’m about to lay out is a battlefield manual for real-world command, designed to suppress the neuro-disruptive gas deployed by the chemical weapon known as the 19-nor class, which collapses the brain and neural networks from within.

If you think prolactin level is just a number printed on a blood test report, you don’t deserve to survive in this game.

It’s a saboteur on the battlefield that directly attacks the brain, shatters your will, coats your body in a thick layer of water retention, and turns months of effort into nothing.

If you fail to suppress this internal enemy, what you get at the end of the season isn’t muscle, but water, fat, and a sense of defeat.