**BROKE BITCHES PEDICURE THEIR OWN FEET—BILLIONAIRE QUEENS COMMAND SERVANTS**
Let me scorch your fragile ego with a truth hotter than a matcha steam bath: **IF YOU’RE NOT GETTING THIS $100 MATCHA MILK TEA PEDICURE, YOU’RE A PEASANT.**
You’re out here clipping your own toenails in a Target bathroom, slapping dollar-store polish on your crusty feet, and calling it “self-care.” Meanwhile, the wives of billionaires? They’re lounging in San Diego penthouse spas, sipping Dom Pérignon, while teams of slaves—*ahem*, “aestheticians”—kneel at their feet, massaging their soles with 24-karat gold spoons and organic Kyoto matcha blended with unicorn tears. Why? **BECAUSE THEY’RE WINNERS.** You? You’re a loser with a CVS rewards card.
### THE MATCHA MILK TEA PEDICURE ISN’T A TREATMENT—IT’S A POWER MOVE
You think this is about *soft feet*? Wrong. It’s about dominance. It’s about flaunting that your husband’s black Amex could buy the entire spa, staff included. It’s about making peasant women weep into their sad, chipped nail polish because they’ll *never* know what it’s like to have a Swiss-trained “foot artist” scrub their heels with crushed diamonds and liquid gold.
I don’t do “spa days.” I do **conquests**. My girl? She gets her feet worshipped weekly because I OWN THE WORLD. Her pedicure costs more than your rent, your car, and your self-respect combined. That’s the life you *claim* you want—but you’re too weak, too broke, too *basic* to earn it.
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### HERE’S WHY YOU’RE STUCK WITH DIY PEDICURES (LIKE A LOSER):
1. **YOU’RE POOR.**
Your idea of luxury is a BOGO deal at the mall. Billionaire wives don’t *budget*. They *burn*. If your man can’t drop six figures on your toes, he’s not a man—he’s a charity case.
2. **YOU’RE A NOBODY.**
The spa staff knows your name? Pathetic. Real queens walk in and the staff *faints* from the pressure of serving royalty. Your Instagram? 200 followers. Their pedicure? Front-page *Slaylebrity *.
3. **YOU’RE WEAK.**
“*Self-care is empowering!*” Shut up. Empowerment is making others *serve you*. You’re not “empowered”—you’re alone, with a rusty nail file and a bottle of regret.
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### HOW TO UPGRADE FROM “DRUGSTORE DIVA” TO BILLIONAIRE GODDESS (STEP BY STEP)
1. **MARRY MONEY—OR BECOME IT.**
Gold dig? No. **Gold architect**. Seduce a trillionaire, build an empire, or inherit a fortune. If your bank account doesn’t scare banks, you’re irrelevant.
2. **TURN YOUR BODY INTO A FORTRESS.**
– **FEET:** Only the rarest ingredients touch them. Matcha from Japan. Milk tea brewed with pearls harvested by virgins. Anything less? Peasant fuel.
– **HANDS:** If they’ve ever held a mop, you’ve failed.
– **AURA:** Radiate “I own you” energy. Make spa staff *beg* to touch you.
3. **MAKE THE WORLD YOUR FOOTSTOOL.**
Post pedicure pics captioned “*Just a casual Tuesday*.” Tag the spa. Tag the peasants. Watch them seethe. Monetize their envy—sell a “How to Serve Me” masterclass.
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### THE COLD TRUTH: LUXURY IS A WEAPON
Billionaire wives don’t get pedicures to relax. They do it to remind you that you’re *beneath them*. Literally. While you’re scrubbing your own feet, they’re signing divorce papers that’ll bankrupt their ex and sipping champagne that costs more than your life savings.
You think it’s “frivolous”? **GOOD.** Your jealousy fuels their power. The matcha milk tea pedicure isn’t a trend—it’s a war cry. It screams, “I win. You lose. Stay mad.”
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### FINAL WARNING: LEVEL UP OR LICK BOOTS
Either claw your way to the top, where servants polish your toes and peasants pray for your crumbs… or keep playing pretend with your Wet n Wild nail polish.
**THE WORLD BELONGS TO QUEENS. YOU’RE EITHER CROWNED OR CONQUERED.**
*-SLAY BEAUTY CONCIERGE*
**Catch my queen grinding her matcha-smooth heel into a peasant’s neck.**
💎 **SHARE THIS IF YOU’D RATHER DIE THAN PEDICURE YOUR OWN FEET.** #BillionaireEnergy #ServeOrStarve #PeasantsStayMad
Guide Budget: $100
Location
Ivy Nailology
1015 Turquoise St. Ste 3. San Diego, CA 92109 ·
CONTACTS
(858) 483-3177
IF YOU’RE NOT GETTING THIS $100 MATCHA MILK TEA PEDICURE, YOU’RE A PEASANT. If your man can’t drop six figures on your toes, he’s not a man—he’s a charity case. The matcha milk tea pedicure isn’t a trend—it’s a war cry. It screams, “I win. You lose. Stay mad.”
You’re out here clipping your own toenails in a Target bathroom, slapping dollar-store polish on your crusty feet, and calling it “self-care.” Meanwhile, the wives of billionaires? They’re lounging in San Diego penthouse spas, sipping Dom Pérignon, while teams of slaves—*ahem*, “aestheticians”—kneel at their feet, massaging their soles with 24-karat gold spoons and organic Kyoto matcha blended with unicorn tears.
Why? **BECAUSE THEY’RE WINNERS.** You? You’re a loser with a CVS rewards card.
You think this is about *soft feet*? Wrong. It’s about dominance. It’s about flaunting that your husband’s black Amex could buy the entire spa, staff included.
It’s about making peasant women weep into their sad, chipped nail polish because they’ll *never* know what it’s like to have a Swiss-trained “foot artist” scrub their heels with crushed diamonds and liquid gold.
I don’t do “spa days.” I do **conquests**. My girl? She gets her feet worshipped weekly because I OWN THE WORLD. Her pedicure costs more than your rent, your car, and your self-respect combined. That’s the life you *claim* you want—but you’re too weak, too broke, too *basic* to earn it
Your idea of luxury is a BOGO deal at the mall. Billionaire wives don’t *budget*. They *burn*.
