No, maybe not.

I sold my soul to the world. Did you know? Probably not. Now you do. Wasn't easy I'm telling you. Still had to do it the old school method; Classified ads, lampposts notices, the likes. Got out-of-the-world calls at 3am and wolf whistles in school. Strangers would shout across the street," Hey how much a night?!" And I'd say hurt," It's my soul im selling, not body." Don't they get it? It's for life, it's my life. But then one day, my prospective buyer finally arrived. Marked with the status of success and armed with essential survival tools like a pair of brown ostrich skin-leather lining limited edition Gucci loafers, he was the person I would surrender to. I did.
And will always regret.

The above is fiction. Please do not super impose that into my perfect life.
I'm kidding. .
Ok time to stop.