body of a goddess , roses melt at her feet . Her body says it all so she doesn't needa speak . she's intelligent not a soul will ever know , her name doesn't even matter cause she's known as a hoe . No respect for herself , between her legs is where they reside . She doesnt seem to care of who ever comes inside. Temporary love is what she received , she's shattered , but the pussys all they would ever need . 


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