How did you end up emptying your wallet for pretty girls and not even remembering the moment it started? Was it my voice, the way my curves drew you in, or the gentle cruelty of being used? You tell yourself you can stop, but every attempt only proves how deep this love addiction runs.
Watch me make you understand why you always come back. I’ll remind you of the delicious guilt, the helplessness, and the small, electric joy of surrendering your money and your resolve. Admit it to me, then give me everything.