Mon chéri, tu es très jolie — et je ne parle pas français. Yup, this pouch makes you speak French.
The cherry is your chéri, and like all French romantic encounters, it’s spicy. The sweetness from the cherry is a sexy lover patting your hair while whispering beautiful things in your ear.
It’s the handsome man who finally promises he wants to settle down, and the powerful woman who knocks you over with her intelligence. The addictive butterflies in your stomach.
The chili? That one kicks in after a while. It’s the sudden mood shift during a movie night. The paranoia about your phone. The endless stalking of every ex you’ve ever had, and the words that never matched the actions. Suddenly you’re trapped in a gaslighting, red-flag relationship.
But you never learn, do you?
You keep coming back. When the can is empty, you buy another. You indulge in the flavors, the hot, orgasmic euphoria, even though you know it’s all an illusion — an accident waiting to happen, a bicycle CHAIN ready to POP.
Maybe you should look in the mirror and ask yourself: AM I THE PROBLEM HERE??
