$100 or go fuck yourself.
Simple. Pay up. Your wallet is begging to spend on me.
Clothed. Cold. Expensive.
I don’t perform. I don’t beg. I take.
You’re not here for access — you’re here for purpose.
Your wallet exists to serve me. Your obedience is expected.
Tribute first, words second.
If you want to feel owned, drained, and controlled?
You’re exactly where you belong.
