When you have an ass like mine, life just tends to be much easier. All it takes is one glimpse from a loser and they instantly become my bitch for life, paying for anything I can ever desire.
I like knowing there are grown men out there checking their bank account before they go out because they know I might decide I want something. Coffee money, shopping money, nail money, who cares. You feel useful when you provide, and honestly I think that’s the closest thing to purpose you’ve ever had.