I knew it that heffa, is in the stripper business, she got the bags, the clo thes, the shoes to prove everything I have thought about her to be right, yes forget all the days of school and good honest hard work, pulling up here in this apartment complex in a limo, I keep trying to tell her, she ain’t fooling nobody.
Good thing, I had my widow open to see that, nobody can tell me any different from assumption, looking all fancy every evening leaving, here, returning home in the late afternoon, like having a night job, stocking shelves, wouldn’t make her happy, I wonder who she thinks she is anyway? Rolls eyes and gets back to work, on this story of how to get ecstasy in the hood, without seeming to obvious…
Thought of the day, before I sign off. “If you can make it work, without the bad energy, it just may be your passion, to get it right the very first try.” -Oraina
Knock on the door, yes my ecstasy is here, ha! Now don’t you feel white girl dumb, for thinking I was talking about drugs?! It’s Carol’s Daughter Perfume.
Sprays two spritzes in the air…
