Here is your money pig, displayed as it deserves: a sack of bills with legs crawling for my attention. It is not a man, it is nothing with dignity—just a walking wallet that exists to be emptied by me.
Look at its cowardice: cheap promises, minimal payments, and non-existent pride. It thinks it deserves my time for a crumb. Pathetic.
Today I'm showing him off for all to see the truth: without my permission, you're nothing. If you want to stop being trash, pay more. If not, stay where you belong—on the floor, watching as your God decides your worth.

A pig who deserves no respect, only my contempt. His 'courage' is measured in bank transfers. This is what happens when you surrender to me: you disappear as an individual and become my wallet. No matter how much he begs me not to expose him, I will continue to do so because I am the one who commands and decides.

Sissy exposed in men's urinal