entry 26 poverty in a bikini

She is barely 25. She's been to Zurich, Cape Town, Miami, LA, Tokyo, Hawaii, London, Costa Rica, Safari in Africa, cruise in Med, Bali just ordinary, Maldives 3x already, Brazil, Peru, Mexico, Tasmania, Rome, Paris, Moscow, Warsaw, Gdansk, Berlin, Madrid, Lisbon, Sicily, Dubai, Morocco, Egypt, Turkey, and so much more.

Yet she says she is poor and broke.
Go figure.

She is a prostitute who spends more than she earns and sucks old men's dicks raw and charges by the hour.

That bitch has had herpes and syphilis many times and there is no way she is reading this new secret blog of mine.

She aint on twitter. She hates the internet. She rather fuck a man for money than waste time on social media.

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