The World in My Hands (music video) (Patreon)

I don’t ask twice. I don’t even have to ask once. I simply exist, and the world hands me everything I desire.

I grew up in a place where power meant survival. Where strength was the only language people truly understood.

And now?

Now, I am power.

I used to watch men with money—real money—control everything. I used to see women beg for scraps of attention, chasing status that they would never truly own. But I saw the game for what it was. And I? I decided to win.

At first, it was easy. Too easy. A few gym posts, a few pictures that showed just enough to make them crave more. My body became a spectacle, a fantasy they couldn’t escape. Men and women alike.

They fell over themselves to please me.

All I had to say was, I would like a Birkin.

By the end of the day? A dozen arrived at my door.

Men wire me $10,000 for a ten-second clip of my feet. They pay my rent for the year just to hear me laugh at them. Boats, cars, private jets—all mine, without lifting a finger.

But I don’t think small.

Millions of followers worship me, waiting for my next move. A single post sends thousands into a frenzy. My body is an empire, my presence an investment.

And so, I invested back.

Now? I own pieces of every major company in the world.

My name isn’t just whispered in bedrooms—it’s spoken in boardrooms. CEOs seek my approval, not the other way around. All I have to do is show up occasionally. A single appearance in the right dress, at the right gala, and the stock prices move in my favor.

I could break a man with my bare hands, but I don’t have to. I simply exist, and they break themselves for me.

Because my sex appeal isn’t just undeniable.

It’s unavoidable.