And it's not a cry that you hear at night. It's not somebody you see in the light. It's a cold, and it's a broken hallelujah.
yo my name is anisha, im too cool to want to meet ya. my parents own a liquor store, and i am everything but a whore. men come from all around to beg for a night in bed, but i say "boy you lucky if you even get head". im indian and proud of it, and i have a year around tan that most people covet. i DONT smell like curry, because everyone i know would be running away in a hurry. The truth is i smell good, and i attract all the boys from the hood. i get all my friends to smell perfumes from magazines, and i tell carl to "never try to atempt a shoulder lean". To b
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