His latest squeeze has expensive taste. After all, he comes from a wealthy family. And the rich don't mind buying what they want and the boyfriend wants Golden Boy. A massive gold horoscope sign on a thick gold bracelet. It's like a brick of gold on his wrist.
It worked, Golden Boy is willing to sell himself if the price is high enough. He's even said so, Someone wants to pay to feel his body, fine with him. To bad too because he'll never be his own person. He'll never be able to stand on his own legs without help. Crippled for life because of his love for wealth. And it's not a bad thing to want to be rich. But though gold does not corrupt, it does those greedy for it, and Golden Boy is very greedy for wealth.
I'm afraid it isn't working out here in Gaza Strip with Golden Boy. He wants to stay someplace else and come here when he feels like it. He has his Mercedes, his gold, his expensive Italian sunglasses, he has all the trimmings of wealth except a heart of gold. His heart is a dollar sign and for all he talks of Christianity, you would never know it by his deeds.
The cleaning lady has no car, it broke down and she takes whatever cans and bottles she finds to help her make ends meet. He denies her the empty bottles of water I buy for him. He's saving them, or at least says he is for gas money. What he does, usually is throw them in the trash and not the recycling trash but the dumpster trash. So that the cleaning lady can't have them. That's why I detest Christians with their high and mighty bullshit. It won't be long here before I tell him to get the fuck out. He's about an ass-hair away from finding what the other side of the door looks like.
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