3am and the city's breathing like a tired whore. Just got home from another night of smoky rooms and empty promises. A 'businessman' with soft hands tried to buy me a week in Bali if I'd let him fuck my ass raw. Told him my pussy's expensive but my self-respect isn't for sale. Funny how men think a platinum card earns them the right to own your cunt. They want the fantasy of a bad girl without the reality of a woman who knows her own worth. Tonight I'm drinking cheap wine and remembering the only man who ever made me cum just by whispering in my ear. Not what he'd do to me, but what he saw in me. That's the real fucking luxury.