The sting of the wallet. A little here and a little there and it all adds up. But it’s only enough to get you worked up, not enough to put you over the edge.

This sting will put you over the edge.

I’m that luxury. I am the finer things in life.

You want to be ruined. Destroyed. I demand tribute and you comply. So pig, you’re fucked.

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