Find Salvation Elsewhere

Sometimes I feel like some men treat me as if I'm their salvation, like I lead to some new path, or I can solve their creative problems. If you want me to be a fucking muse, I charge $10 bucks an hour laddies. I'm not here to solve anyone's problems, and putting me up on a pedestal is not going to get you into my pants. I'm having problems keeping my life from shaking apart, and I don't have time to play consultant. The only life I'm looking to change is mine.