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Proud Woman...?

Proud woman?

Yeesss.


Definitely. Let me show you how I did it:


I shop at a store called

For The Love of Chocolate!


Well that's how I say it. How it should be said.


I shop there unabashedly.

Then take bubble baths

face blunts to the FACE

put on some lotion

some SEXAY lingerie

for no reason at all.


I tend to

other people's

chirrun

WELL.

Very well.


You're thinking...

I should be diabetic

big and unpleasant.


NONE OF THE ABOVE!

Trust me, I am not lying.

Check my credentials...


This is you GIRL.


Just face blunts in a bathtub with other people's kids around, eating a lot of chocolate wearing sexay lingerie.
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