You love it-the way I use you, how I poke and prod at things within you you didnāt know existed, making you feel things you didnāt know you were capable of feeling. You love the way I get in your head, learning all the fucked up little things about y
Your wallet opens the moment I slip off my shoes. Each glance at my soles drains your balance, and youāll beg for more with every dollar you send. Empty your wallet to my soles.
