Mr. Moneybags

There was a girl who dreamed of a life lit up in lights. Daphne. Where fame was the name of the game and everyone would look her way. She dreamt of a beautiful life, full of all of finer things. Her hopes were high and her bank account was low. She was a stunning girl who got by with her looks and her talent and her passion, but money was not something she possessed. A Hollywood star to be, she dubbed that as her title; struggling artists have more hope than most. Her days were occupied by auditions and her nights were wild and free. Imbibing in margaritas and on the Venice boardwalk with her actor friends and money she barely had. Daphne would soon meet a man by the name of Mr. Moneybags who would sweep her off her feet with his shiny things. He had the world at his fingertips anything he ever desired. Mr. Moneybags was a well connected agent in Los Angeles and all he cared about was the fast life. He had everything he ever dreamed of. He was the material male, the alpha male, the dominant male, the secretly lonely male. He longed for finding a girl who could fill that one thing money couldn't buy for him. He didn't want a friend, but a lover  he could just use to take the edge off . He knew he could afford it. He met Daphne on the corner of Sunset Blvd. and Hilldale Ave., patiently awaiting a taxi. He swung around in after spotting her and offered her a ride in his black vintage Porsche. She said why not, and soon they began using each other for their own needs.

Sunset Blvd and LA

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