maybe he’s a robot, maybe it’s the translation
The weekend is here, and the sun is shining. I’m not sure what the weather forecast has in store for the day, but we’re definitely strolling briskly into fall. I completely crashed last night, and wasn’t up too early. I’ll call it a win.

We both had normal Fridays. I set up the bedroom and worked for a few hours. My room had a lot of traffic and chatting, but not enough paying dudes. I could set chat to allow only guys with tokens to chat, but they’re my kindling. I use the bullshit they say to me to get money from the dudes who do have tokens.
Broke guy: I'm leaking precum everywhere
Me: Oh, sweetie, that's not precum, that's just your will leaving your body as I take control, now shut up and stop stroking
Tipper: [sends 150 tokens and tells me that's the hottest thing he's seen all night]
Shawshank has work tonight. Tomorrow is the only day off for the next 5, and we have a busy day ahead of us tomorrow.
amused ]
unbothered era ]
frustrated ]
okay ]