The Power of Purple: Lisa, Also Known as Tati When I slip into purple, something shifts inside me. It’s not just a color—it’s a feeling. A frequency. The way the silk catches the light feels almost royal, like every thread knows my secret power. The glass of red wine in my hand becomes a wand, and every sip turns the evening into a ritual of self-adoration. When I’m on the phone, my world expands. I’m not just a voice—I’m a mood, a melody, a heartbeat that syncs with the rhythm of conversation. I love getting on the phones. There’s something magnetic about hearing another person’s breath, feeling their pauses, and knowing that in that moment, they’re fully tuned in to me. My voice travels like silk through the line, smooth and deliberate, wrapping around their imagination. <p style="margin: 0px 0px 12px; font-style: normal; font-variant-cap