This is the bet $200 you will ever spend. On the surface, it's a ripoff, but we both know what you're paying for. You're paying for my shiny dress, my mesmerizing eyes, the soft soles of my feet. You're paying for my attention and my presence. My time, my patience, my unmatched business savvy, and my tireless multi-tasking to grace your unworthy eyes with my body.

That's not all. It goes deeper than that. This $200 is a tiny drop in the bucket of equality. You're paying for reparations. You're paying for centuries of suffering that women like me have endured under the mis...

This is the bet $200 you will ever spend. On the surface, it's a ripoff, but we both know what you're paying for. You're paying for my shiny dress, my mesmerizing eyes, the soft soles of my feet. You're paying for my attention and my presence. My time, my patience, my unmatched business savvy, and my tireless multi-tasking to grace your unworthy eyes with my body.

That's not all. It goes deeper than that. This $200 is a tiny drop in the bucket of equality. You're paying for reparations. You're paying for centuries of suffering that women like me have endured under the misogynistic patriarchy. You're making up for all the injustices we have withstood because we were recognized to hold this mysterious sexual power. Instead of kneeling before us and worshiping like they should have done, men scorned us, burned us, and used us as mere playthings. You are paying for the privilege of knowing you are one of the few who truly understand our power, superiority, and our intelligence.

If you can't proclaim this out loud in your boring, waking life, at least you can show appreciation and adoration by giving me $200 under the illusion you're getting something in return.