Yup. Alas, the real reason to wear a watch (apart from telling the time) is to get some broad to swallow your dick.
Scenario A) You buy a Pagani Design wartche for, I dunno, thirty bucks. You go up to the town pump named Magarita and say, "hey, look at my new wartche. I paid thirty bucks for it, and had hoped that you'd give me a little skull because of it." Then Margarita says, "I'll blow you for twenty bucks and swallow the paste, because nobody swallows the paste like Margarita."
Scenario B) You win the lotto and blow the right AD and score a Rolex Oyster with a magenta dial, and meet with some WASP MILF at the bar. flash the Rollie (which cost you seven grand), mention the idea of some skull-action taking place, and you end up in the parking lot of the bar with the MILF sucking your dick like a Hoover gone tres funk-key. Alas, the MILF turns out to be a clingy, emasculating whore, who empties your 401(k) and, even more disconcertingly, far less of your distended balls than you would have liked.
So, Pagani Design or Rolex? I suppose the Pagani. You'll spend far less getting your balls emptied.