A dime a dozen, those silly men vying for every female’s attention. You’re the same as those thirsty fools, thinking a lady would sit idly by and watch such a vulgar display.
Quickly now, be gone I have no interest in shallow men with premature hearts. Go now, fill your cup with cheap wine and glamour shots.
I crave a man of substance with tremendous depths, a man that knows one woman is enough. The man that knows his lady will bloom in his hands and she will be a thousand women, just for him.
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