Let's face it...all of you so called men are only good for one thing...buying us Goddess's pretty things. You could never have me...so don't even try...You are nothing more that a paypig...a cashcow...a human ATM. Let me control your financial life...oh but don't worry...I will leave you enough money to buy a can of canned spaghetti...I, however, will be dining on lobster, the butter slowly dripping down my chin...If you were lucky enough you would be my footstool eating your spaghetti from a dog's dish....however, you aren't good enough to be in my presence, so don't ask.
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