POV: you’re caged and restrained in corner whilst I luxuriate in the hotel room you paid for. Then, I take your card out with me, drain your wallet, and enjoy a night out with my girlfriends. You spend the night desperate, denied and hoping the do not disturb sign is on the door.
I keep leaving this account to die as I’ve got my fingers in so many pies, figuratively and literally, but I’ve been missing findumb lately…
perhaps a comeback is in order