I only flirt for tips

Here’s to the queens of the pour — the ones who butter your ego just enough to keep the bar tab rising and the flirt tax jar full.

This skeleton sweetheart didn’t come here to marry you, hero — she came to charm your lonely ass out of another twenty while she side-eyes your lousy pickup lines. Heart on her apron, bones on her sleeve, she’s been winking her way through heartbreak and cheap whiskey since happy hour first crawled out of the dive bar gutter.

“I Flirt For Tips” isn’t a joke, it’s gospel. If you can’t handle that heat, go order water. For everyone else: cough up, smile wide, and tip like you respect the hustle.

For bartenders and servers who know: sometimes you gotta flash a grin to get the rent paid.

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