A speaker rants about physical appearance standards in relationships, declaring she won't tolerate a partner's excess weight. But she'd make an exception for a billionaire: she'd rub his belly in exchange for 10% of his fortune and years of being ignored.
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What is a fat? Is it like, like a belly? I can't do fat. I'm shallow. You gotta look good. If I look good, you gotta look good. Abs? No, you don't even have to have abs, but you can't be fat. Like fat is like when the stomach is sitting on your, on your thigh. Fat is like you just don't really care about yourself because you see what I see and you're— if you want me to look good, I gotta look good naked. You gotta look good naked. And he's like jiggle jiggle. Yeah, like I can't even see. What is going on? Ew, you're sweating on me. Oh my God, he goes like this. Oh my gosh, the belly is stopping the flow. I don't do fat. She's like, lay down, let me get on top of you. Yeah, no. Everything could be an even surface. Girl. But now you got me picturing this stuff. Like, I don't wanna picture that. I don't want that. What if he's a billionaire? Would you do it? Yes. See? Fat gets a pass. If you have billions. And I'm gonna rub that big old billionaire belly. Hey, shit, man, if he gives me 10% of his billionaire, I'll do fat. We'll do fat. We're not doing fat if you're not. And you can fucking ignore me for a year. I don't give a fuck. 10% of your fortune. Ignore me for 5 years, fuck it. Yeah. You see how things change quickly?
