Reality Check: Who owns you, bitch? You can keep deleting your accounts but you can't hide from your purpose. Those vanilla girls you try to entertain during your "dry spells" just don't get it. They're impressed with those $100 gifts you buy them, but it just doesn't give you the same rush that a deep, hard, wallet fucking from Me does. Seeing all of that cold, hard, cash in My hands from losers *just like you* fills you with an unexplainable fire. Stop trying to outrun your desires, we both know YOU NEED FINDOM. But the cute little triple digit sends only keep My attention for so long before I become bored with you. Make the life changing decision to go ALL IN on your Addiction. I want the quadruple digit sends to become more frequent, I want you on the clock longer, working hards, sacrificing more. Dwindle yourself down to NOTHING and then some. Financial fuckery is only fun when it ends with you being completely indebted to Me.