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There comes a time in every girl-turned-woman’s life where promiscuity is a thing that simply must be had. Looking for the outside to match the inside. Trying to ingest this idea of attaching monetary value to things passionate. Things gifted. Things anointed. Deep pockets are, after all, the world’s oldest profession. Yes, there comes a time in every girl-turned-woman’s life where all she knows is to turn away…or…invite you in.
And ask, “do I still feel the same?”
And think, “I bet he thinks this song (and dance) is about him.”
Careful, how you pro seed.