Cory 1-877-332-2639 ext 407
I’m a woman with a penchant for Prada and a talent for turning pitiful, low-status men into personal ATMs. My specialty? Convincing pathetic loser betas to drain their meager savings so I can buy another designer handbag or book a spontaneous trip to Bali. It’s not just about the money, though. It’s about power. The sweet, syrupy kind that comes when a man with a Netflix-and-chill résumé hands me his Black Card like it’s a sacred offering.
The process is almost artful. I spot them before the see me. Shiftless guys in ill-fitting suits, with confidence levels lower than the tips some of you leave at brunch. I approach with a smile that could thaw the Arctic and a voice that purrs like a V8 engine. Then I start complimenting their “untapped potential,” pretending to be “starving artist” or “aspiring entrepreneur” (code for “I need money but also validation”). By the third round of $25 drinks, they’re confessing their deepest insecurities while I nonchalantly swipe their credit card for a “gift” that costs $300. As far as I’m concerned, it’s an investment in my affections.
They’re just my personal ATMs
Once they’re hooked, the real fun begins. I’ll take them to Michelin-starred restaurants where the side of fries costs more than their monthly rent, then linger over dessert while they nervously check their bank balances. “Don’t worry about the bill,” I’ll say, twirling a lock of hair. “This is what you’re meant to provide.”
They nod, misty-eyed, as if I’ve just handed them a purpose. I’ll even stage “emergencies” for them to feel strong or brave or useful to me. A broken AC unit, for example. Just so I can watch their faces light up like they’ve been chosen for an honor. One fellow once paid $2,000 to “help” my fictional cousin move to Alaska. I still laugh every time I think about his triumphant text. “Tell your cousin I’m proud of her!” lol
I live in a penthouse with a view of the city’s skyline, a closet that could double as a small airport, and a pet named Louis Vuitton. The irony isn’t lost on me that men who can’t afford health insurance are funding my plasma spa facials. But hey, someone’s got to elevate the world’s aesthetic, right? I’m like a modern-day Robin Hood, except I steal from the poor and give to…well, me.
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