💎 Your wallet aches. Your soul twitches. You were made to serve me. I don’t want your compliments—I want your cash. I don’t need your words—I need your devotion in dollars. You don’t message me. You tribute . You don’t flirt. You kneel. You don’t exist… until I allow it. 🐷 Prove your worth to Goddess Cortessa or stay lost in the herd. 💸 Spoil me. Worship me. Stay broke.