I’m a spoiled bitch. Always have been, always will. I’ve always gotten whatever I want from loved ones, and now I have slaves that tend to all my wants and needs in life. Men pay me for just existing. In fact, the only people that I keep in my life are the ones that do good for me. Truthfully, men are disposable. If you’re not putting effort to make my life better, then you’re trashed just like the rest of them. You want me to notice you? Show me how badly you want it. Not with your words, but with the only thing that matters most to me. Cash.