Hey ladies, when your man wanna get buck wild, just go back and hit 'em up style / Put your hands on his cash and spend it to the last dime for all the hard times

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I don’t mean all of your friends—only a small proportion—which, however, connects your circle with that deadly, idle, brainless bunch—the insolent chatterers at the opera,[…], the chlorotic squatters on huge yachts,[…], the neurotic victims of mental cirrhosis, the jewelled animals whose moral code is the code of the barnyard—!