Megan Miramichi Prostitute ❤️❤️

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I dig deeper—X profile’s a goldmine. Pics of her in fishnets, smirkin’, postin’ bout “hard days.” Yeah, hard days my ass. Web says she’s got a rap sheet—petty theft, solicitation, the usual. Surprised? Nah. Angry? Hell yeah—this chick’s playin’ me like I’m some rookie. I’m thinkin’, “I’ve seen worse, but you’re pushin’ it.” Reminds me of Ten again—“Why do you lie?”—that kid askin’ his mom. This broad’s lyin’ to herself, too. Thinks she’s slick, filin’ claims like it’s a side hustle.

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