The way a man's hands shake when he's counting out money for my new bag is a better high than any drug. That pathetic, desperate look in his eyes as he hands over his entire paycheck... knowing it's going straight to my closet. It's not about the bag, you stupid fundrats. It's about the power. It's about watching your cock twitch in your cheap pants while I make you beg to lick the dirt from my heels. Your humiliation is my currency. Now, who's next? My DMs are open for wallets ready to be emptied.