this suit you want to pack me into? I like baggy, right? not slim. no skinny jean, nut-mangling tourniquet thom browne. my roomy tent may not be hyper-chic but who am I supposed to dress like, if not me? so stuff your pc platitudes and pop psychology. I didn’t call you here to chat. Remember, dear, who you are. Not that kind of minister. The only reason whores have tongues at all— no, that’s untrue, a little dirty talk can grease a lot of wheels, but self-help quite unlikely. not tonight, nice try. a jacket and a trouser have to fit the guy, not vice versa.