This is how I get $ cold calling men on the 4th of July

Yo, what's up, Mel? Are you going to pay my star-spangled bills or not, bitch boy? What? What? What did you say? You heard me, you stupid fuck. It's the 4th of July. Where the fuck is my money for my bills, you stupid bitch? Is that some type of fetish? Yeah. Let's say I do have a fetish for money. Where the fuck is it? Are you just going to keep gooning to my Bumble all day instead of just doing some fucking work and giving me money, bitch? You going to do this the lazy way, the hard way, or the easy way and listen to mommy? I'd rather go for the easy way. See, that's a good boy. Now, here's what's going to happen. So I don't shove a firecracker up your ass. You're going to take me out. What? Wait, hold up. Is this Melody? Bitch, we just matched on Hinge. Are you fucking stupid? I mean, Bumble, fuck. Yeah, I know, I know. I just, just wanted to make sure. Cause that thing, this is better than I thought. All right, keep going. Oh my god. Yeah, you really are a bitch boy. So, here's what bitch boys do. You shut your fucking mouth. You bring your entire rent money, and you meet me tomorrow at 2:00 p.m. Meet me at Green Hills Mall, bitch. Take me to Louis Vuitton and Gucci. All right, bet. But how much should I bring, though? Minimum 3K. Because bitches would pay me $2,000 just to be in my presence. So don't waste my time, bitch boy. Got it? That's what I'm making a month, but all right. That's all you make? Okay, okay. I'm going to take every penny anyway. Well, you're my little star-spangled bitch now, bitch boy. Um, see you tomorrow and today. Don't blow all your money on fireworks, bitch. Blow it on me. Say I love you. Damn, I think me too. Say I love you. What the fuck are you saying? I said I love you, too. Okay. Good boy. All right, bye. Bye.