I know there's a yearning inside of you to say "fuck it" and spend with reckless abandon. Your happy status quo is dependent on the precarious little willpower you still possess preventing you from succumbing completely to your base desires. You want to send more than you've ever sent before. Not just because it feels good for you, but it's so fucking hot to know I'm living a life of leisure as a result. Don't you want to pay the woman who earns $1000 an hour, even per minute, more of your hard earned cash? Make it happen.

I know there's a yearning inside of you to say "fuck it" and spend with reckless abandon. Your happy status quo is dependent on the precarious little willpower you still possess preventing you from succumbing completely to your base desires. You want to send more than you've ever sent before. Not just because it feels good for you, but it's so fucking hot to know I'm living a life of leisure as a result. Don't you want to pay the woman who earns $1000 an hour, even per minute, more of your hard earned cash? Make it happen.