Who the fuck cares what that platform is about. We're comparing what you can get for a hundred bucks instead of some stupid virtual hug from some semi-cute UFC washout. Whether it's a gram of cocaine, a bj from an escort, or a meal for two at your local restaurant with a bottle of wine, the point is, any of the above seems like money better fucking spent than throwing it away to Paige fucking VanZant sitting on her couch without makeup next to Austin Vanderford looking at his fucking iPhone uninterested in exchange for "the novelty value of getting a personalized message from a celeb".
Jesus Christ.