This was supposed to be a status update, but I’ll post it here as the main summary is I am a miss whos looking for some lady*** (and also help with makeup and put up with my “schizophrenic npr” style of drivel)🧚🏻♀️✨
Also u can say ur bladder helped cure trauma and I’ll make u a badge out of the (numerous) pairs of underwear and tights we ruin 🫶🏻
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Here’s my status that it won’t let me update bc I find it funny:
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Just reread my odyssey of a profile, and my soul being bared for you all via the medium of literature wasn’t worth, at least, a SMIDGEN of lady***?
The ***-conomy is fr screwed😔
I’m gonna end up like Oliver Twist, meekly hobbling up to the *** lady. I’ll be baring my mouth open, a jellyfish sting covering 80% of my body and mouth, and then ask feebly, “please miss, may I have some lady***?”
And ONCE AGAIN I’ll get kicked out to the curb thirsty, withered, and banned from yet another Wendy’s…
Where even is this so called “freedom” that I’ve heard so much about?
