You just woke up after a good night's sleep. Your booty call's still passed out after the 7 orgasms you made him give you (maybe you'll let him have one next time). You make your way to the kitchen while opening your crypto portfolio and see everything's red today. The Mars F***boi tweeted again. You pour 4 fingers of whiskey into your No More Twitter mug, add a few drops of coffee, and clear your mind as you stareat the picture. "Someday", you think, and smile, remembering how strong your dom game is after last night. You chug your morning fuel, kick the booty call out of your house (leash still on), get your workout in, and get to f***ing hustling.