You won’t find me talking as much because I let my bags do the talking. What bags? Money bags, honeys! Once you hear the sweet music they make, you’d want to hear it more often. The jingle, jangle and tinkle of the moolah is my lullaby. Wish you had the same? I am big-hearted, I don’t mind sharing. You don’t need to do anything. Just sit back and let me know your wishes and I will go around hunting booties for you. Come along with me for a pocket-heavy ride.