My mind’s dirty tonight—one touch on my clit and I’m losing control, for real.
If you’re into thick girls who binge Lifetime murder movies like it’s a full-time job, cool—let’s play
I’m impatient, dramatic, and yeah, I’ll probably text you back after my show ends. And I hate long drawn-out conversations—like, really.
Lowkey I’m into a weird nerdy man who can send me millions—wait, no, that’s not actually real. Kinda.
9 times outta 10 if you FaceTime me, I’m fresh out the shower, laying in bed, smelling good, oversized tee on, minding my business. Which, okay, I overshare. I laugh too hard, I stay clean, and I repeat myself because apparently I’m that person.
I’m staying in New Orleans with a chill thick girl vibe, trying to make some money and have fun with somebody entertaining. Like I said—I overshare, and I really do like attention, money, snacks, and people who can match my weird energy.
